Three Gossips & Sheep Rock
Full moon — the date on which moonrise and sunset times coincide most closely. I skipped supper and drove up the switchbacks to La Sal Mountain Viewpoint. Snuggled in blankets and hoping for an impressive moonrise, I sank into my camping chair and listened. And watched. And waited.
Looking north from La Sal Mountain Viewpoint
Five miles northward, the openings and misshapen walls of the Windows began to glow with a bronzed light. Behind me, the wondrous figures and walls of Courthouse Towers faded into silhouettes. The first bats, always Canyon Bats (formerly called Western Pipistrelles), began their nightly insect-hunting as a cloud bank snuffed out any ideas I had of moonrise over the La Sals.
At the base of a desert shrub
I spent an hour at Park Avenue Viewpoint recently, on a gloriously kaleidoscopic day with cumulus clouds scuttling between the sun and the canyon, alternately illuminating and concealing a thousand points on the sandstone. The play of light and shadow fascinates and delights. One particular massif stands guard at the entrance to Park Ave and to me symbolizes strength, endurance, solidity. The photographs of it at the beginning and end of my hour were not taken from the exact same point, but the contrasts and comparisons are still interesting.
SW corner of Park Avenue, Arches National Park