“Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”
Maverick Mist 
Great shot…!
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Thank you.
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Thank you for sharing the Benedicto to go with your photo.
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You’re welcome.
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Nature can sure do that for us!
Loved your wonderful portrayal.
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It can, thank you Carolyn.
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Sometimes when I read Abbey, I think he was absolutely brilliant. And other times, I have a negative reaction and actually dislike him. I find that interesting and strangely, refreshing. Beautiful capture.
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Yours is a fair assessment of Abbey as he could at times be a pompous ass but then he could also write most eloquently about the preservation of the environment. So along with the self centered hypocrisy you also get…
“This is the most beautiful place on earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.” – EA
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great photo and words that go with it!!
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Thanks Cybele.
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