01/25/2026
Canyonlands doesn’t announce itself.
You just keep driving… and then you’re pulling over again. And again.
Rock folding into sky. Water catching light. Silence doing most of the talking.
Then a condor slid across the air slow, wide, unbothered. I always get stupid excited when I see them. Something about the way they fly feels attentive. Like nothing is rushed. Like everything matters.
It probably makes no sense.
But neither does love when it’s real.
This road, these stops, this moment—I’ll carry it longer than I planned to.
