My wife and I dedicated a recent trip to something we love, trail running and hiking. We visited Zion, Bryce, the Grand Canyon and the Navajo lands around Page AZ.
We ran or hiked thru iconic and beautiful nature in circumstances that fully challenged our physical abilities but that were so rewarding that had us in a constant state of flow. We ran at altitude and climbed thousands of feet. I fell while running, landed on my face, the first thing I thought of was how peculiar that the taste of the red sand seemed to be on the sweet side. The red and brown sand of the desert. We had it in our system because every breath we took when we were out moving had a bunch of it. It was in our clothes and in our hair. We felt bad for the travelers who didn’t get far from their vehicles to experience the smell and taste of the sand.
During the 80+ miles traveled on foot we felt an exalted connection to the ground, to the land and its monuments. The photo pauses were quick and precise like the high value plunder of an old west gunslinger. I was looking to take, and rob not just what was in front of me, but what only I could see.
Guillermo Ceniceros Unbound 