I got an 6:00 AM start on my trip to the southern part of Canyonlands National Park, but I stopped so many times to get shots of fascinating rock formations I started worrying I wouldn’t have enough time to spend at the park itself, especially since the campgrounds were full and it was a long way back to where I could camp. Heck, one of the reasons I’ve been so slow publishing these shots is that I have so many shots to go through to select the best ones.
When I saw this huge rock formation right before the turnoff to the park, however,I just had to stop and get shots of it while the lighting was right. I’m sure it’s just a natural formation, but the “cave” at the base reminded me of ancient pyramids or Mayan Temples. Somehow it was easy to envision Shelley’s “Ozymandias” as I gazed out upon it standing alone in a vast desert.
When I learned that Newspaper Rock was also directly on the way to the park, I couldn’t miss the chance to stop and see the petroglyphs. This is just a small portion of the rock,
because there was so many petroglyphs it was nearly impossible to get all of them in one shot, even with my wide-angle lens. I was awestruck as I stood there. I visit petroglyphs every chance I get, but I’ve never seen any quite as impressive as this.
If the scenery hadn’t been as awesome as it was, I would have gladly spent three or four hours studying the petroglyphs, but I was also distracted by the fabulous scenery.It was the golden trees against the rocks that first drew my attention, but I couldn’t resist stopping for a closer shot later when I got nearer the formation in the background of the shot, and it was even more impressive up close.
Naturally I didn’t have to drive much further down the road to find even more impressive trees and rock formations.
I had to stop and get another shot of the rock formation from a better angle further down the road.
By then I had realized I had to quit stopping so often if I wanted time to explore the park itself. Nevertheless, when I saw these horses grazing something made me stop yet again.
This place resonated with me deeper than almost any place I’ve visited in recent years, but it wasn’t until I got home that I realized that the area reminded me of the John Ford/John Wayne movies (i.e. “She Wore a Yellow Ribbon”). It turns out that they weren’t actually filmed here but were filmed in a very similar, nearby area of Utah. As a child this was the archetypal Old West for me, and deep down it must still be.