Blog Archives

Playing With the Ancient Energies of Grand Wash


20160414_142224_resized

The wind and wash whispered of times long ago.

At times softly.

At times dramatically.

20160414_143918_resized20160414_154944_resized20160414_142317_resized

On our hike through the dry, deep streambed of the Grand Wash at the rocky sculpted heart of Capitol Reef yesterday, we were surrounded by ancient spirits and guardians watching us.

20160414_141959_resized.jpgThe deep canyon and narrows kept close eye as we explored.

20160414_141906_resized.jpg

Footsteps echoed between sandstone cliffs looming hundreds of feet above.

20160414_144639_resized20160414_144512_resized

Blossoms and lizards greeted us along the way.

20160414_150903_resized.jpg

Naturally sculpted rock gardens invited us onto their sacred grounds.

20160414_150641_resized

Creatures etched in the stone walls came alive.

20160414_144604_resized20160414_144820_resized

The Fremont River chimed in with the wind’s flow at the end of the wash.

20160414_151429_resized

And although we could not see the Bighorn sheep that are said to grace the high sandstone terraces of the canyon, we could sense them near and “seeing” us.

20160414_140953_resized

There was an air of majesty and mystical eeriness, especially when the wind suddenly spoke with a wild howl and burst through the canyon upon us with great force, only to disappear again from the nothingness it came from.

20160414_144153_resized

The flow shifted back and forth from tailwind to headwind constantly, as if the wind was playing with us, blowing my hair wildly around me and knocking off Dave’s hat.

20160414_144415_resized.jpg

It seemed excited for us to be there and tickled our souls with its ancient voice.

20160414_142208_resized

Once again we were taken to times long forgotten, but now once again remembered.

 

%d bloggers like this: