The holiday weekend was one of the most memorable in years. The last time I had a visual so entwined with the olfactory senses was Good Friday some five years ago. I was standing high above the confluence of the Potomac where Maryland, Virginia, and West Virginia meet. The town of Harpers Ferry had piqued my Civil War interests so a visit was imminent. As I entered Jefferson’s church, the smell of the mold and dampness seared my brain, making and indelible image. I knelt in a pew to reflect on my being in the same place as ominous figures of history. And now, this holiday season, the intense feeling of being so small yet a part of something so big took me again by surprise.
Running late into the night, we pulled into an abandoned motel, not able to find a campground this late or this remote. The sunrise was amazing as well as the view. On our way to Page, we stopped along the mountainside to purchase a few items of memorabilia from the Navaho’s. Two miles outside of Page, a small sign, almost obscure unless you were looking for it, announced Horseshoe Bend Trail. We parked and walked the 3/4 mile to what has to be one of the most astounding sights my eyes have graced. Another bucket list item to place a checkmark adjacent. Need I say more. I’ll let the photos here speak my thousand words.