Since we left Roaring Hell Canyon I've been wanting to go back.. wanting to go back to capture the place that now held so much meaning for me. I wanted to go back to arrive at a new perspective regarding where I was and where I am headed. Liz wasn't as keen as I to return, but I know she herself has arrived at a new kind of peace with the place as well.

I spend a lot of time thinking about sacred spaces while traveling and what it is that makes a space sacred. I think aside from the raw energy of a place it's the idea of what we ourselves bring to it. When we experience a place we infuse it with our own thoughts, feelings, and personal energies. In returning to Roaring Hell I brought a newfound balance, perspective and understanding. I am comforted by this place now, it has become a sort of home for me and I feel in some way I'll be coming back here for a long time to come.

In going back we camped in a new location right on the edge of the canyon wall about a thirty minute hike to the point which overlooks the length of the canyon itself. I found it funny when I first arrived at the point that I could see across to the place I had been before, the deep wash (bottom pic orange square inset) that felt as though it was pulling all the negative energies of the world down and out of this world. I think it's a powerful place, but at the same time I'm glad I'm on the overlook now feeling on top of the world. It's where any of us would rather be.

Liz and I are back in Moab now after spending four days at Roaring Hell, there is a certain peace pervading things and it feels nice to be have captured footage found a certain closure in my dialog with the landscape. It's hot here in the van as the clouds have cleared and the sun is beginning to beam down on Moses and I (Liz is off knitting with Kathy and Rosie), so I'm going to end this post and head for a walk with Mogley and then talk to some interview contacts from somewhere cool :-).

peace,
d