The Ford Bronco II pitched and rolled up the narrow canyon. It’s oversized rear windows afforded a crystalline view into...
Oblique rays of golden light sliced like laser beams between thick columns of pine. The sharp illumination at our backs...
The Lakes Backcountry, as it’s referred to by the Forest Service, is a prodigious chunk of roadless land almost one...
The canyon walls rise and darken. Near the bottom where we walk they are almost black. These are the narrows. Running a hand on the cool stone evokes a feeling of sanctity. This is why we came here.
A few miles east of Kanab, a deep canyon slices northward through the multihued cliffs of the Grand Staircase-Escalante National...
It was August, and angry thunderheads gathered as I drove toward Uinta Canyon Trailhead. The windshield wipers fought a losing...