There’s this place- a place where you feel a million miles away but still so connected to everything around you. It is quiet, it is vast, and it feels old.
This place, is Frenchman Coulee, The Feathers. I spent a few years climbing these beautiful columns (final photo is from that time) and couldn’t resist the urge to stop, smell the sage, and take in the view on my way across the state this week.
Although I no longer climb here, I still feel so free in this place.