The Isle of Sky | Canyonlands National Park

Sunset zoomed in all directions. We stood on Dead Horse Point and looked over the Green River that smudged below us in tight curls and the La Sal mountains, needles, canyons, and cliffs that spread out before us. Our fingers, our phones, our eardrums, they all froze and turned mute.


We could only see pink and clouds and horizon lines. Afterwards we ate big burgers and tater tots, drank watery beers, watched tattooed arms play pool, and sat in neon light. Outside the stars were a pinhole painting. When we went home we were bone tired, and we curled up like the river.