The snow won't be long now, and the red clay will soon harden, freezing footprints till the next rain comes. The hoodoos marching into the valley say goodbye to the Sun. Photographed March 2022.
As a cloudless morning dawns in Zion Canyon, the Virgin River finds more obstacles and cascades to jump through, some natural, some bearing the mark of humankind. Photographed March 2022.
(this caption applies to this and the next photo) It is an unsaturated thirst, to enter the Virgin River once again so soon after exiting the Narrows... But the rapids call, and I rush in... Photographed March 2022.
