It starts out with a vision. It always does. A vision of being in a better place, of losing yourself, of becoming free. So the journey begins. And it ends the same way. Coming home refreshed, revised, and exhausted. This trip was no different. I had stress in my life and I wanted to feel free and alive. The canyon always seems to be so full of people. Every corner there is some rock climber, a fisherman, a family preparing dutch oven cobbler.
But as soon as the wheels hit the dirt you leave it all behind. Faster and higher, escaping the world and its ruthless chains of oppression. The thick forest foliage seems to cover you with a blanket of protection from cares and worries, stress cannot find you here. And still you climber higher, until you are above it all. Literally, above it all.
And then the beauty of the mountains truly sets in. The waterfalls, throwing themselves off sheer cliffs on to sharps rocks, creating images so beautiful that the soul is warmed despite the cold misty air surrounding you.
I soak it all in and try my best to capture the vision. To bring it home and relive the journey again and again, but somehow my mind and pictures can never do it justice. The vision taunts and teases me, which is why I have to go back again and againâ€¦