Since my first visit to the Southwest I have always dreamed of driving and exploring the desert by myself, taking the time to really absorb the beauty that it hides inside. So last week I spent a lot of time following never ending dirt roads that opened windows to many thoughts and many quiet moments with only the wind as soundtrack.
I drove for hours inside Cannyonlands, following the path created by the almighty Colorado river. There were moments were I just sit down quietly and try to understand the view that is presented in front of me, this perfect carving of the land by time, by weather, by water. I could only think on the chaos of rocks, colors, textures and shapes and I just could not capture it, I gave up.
I felt it was an impossible task to capture such beauty; an image, a video was not enough. So I sat in silence and look at if for what it seemed hours, in silence, with my thoughts. It was a beautiful moment that I will remember for ever.
Then I figured out that after driving for three hours I have only done maybe ten percent of the loop that I was trying to do that day, so... oh crap! It would have taken me easy another twelve hours to finish, if the road would not get worst of course. So I went back the way I came.
After almost six hours of off-road driving I was completely exhausted. With the evening light behind me I drove back to my home on wheels and crashed, completely covered with dust, dizzy from the bouncing and turning and breaking and jumping of the day. This week in Moab, Utah has been a dream come true for me, but right now I am very happy to be away from the desert dust for a while. Colorado seem like a perfect place to wait for the northern spring to come.