Graveland

Heavy clouds rolled in, a storm waiting to break, drizzle hanging in the air. They wandered through red rock and blooming cactus, an unexpectedly beautiful Sunday. Then they found it, a hidden shelter, fire-blackened stone, faded pictographs still whispering from the walls. You could feel the age of it, something ancient lingering in the air....what a wonderful way to spend a Sunday...

The coyotes howled as I stepped out of the vehicle. I threw on my pack, tightened the straps, and started hiking up the canyon. The silence was broken only by the wind, the crunch of my boots against the rock, and the occasional distant call of a coyote. I rounded the corner… And there they were. Petroglyphs. Not just one or two many of them. The canyon had been hiding its secrets all along. And suddenly, every damn mile was worth it.

Onward from vast uncharted spaces, Forward through timeless voids, Into all of us surges and races The measureless might of the wind.....