"Black Canyon was unbelievable. The sheer steepness of its painted walls, the finger of the Gunnison River down there at the bottom. From the overlook, all you can hear is the faint roar, and the rush of the wind pushing you back from the edge."
"It was silent, utterly so, except for the birds in the great and sculpted expanse out there. I sat there for a long time and just listened. Until I heard a fucking yodel from some tourists way up on an earlier ridge."
"The alpine air could be bottled and sold for millions. It was light and clear, icy cold pine mixed with petrichor and glacial, running water. It woke me up, invigorating and purifying, cleansing my lungs. I would return to this park just to breathe the air again."