I admit to feeling more whole every time I visit Canyonlands National Park no matter how cold or hot it may be. The park encompasses about 340,000 acres of land and is divided into 4 sections: the Maze, the Needles, Island in the Sky, and the two rivers, Colorado and Green. The geology is wild, made up of gorgeous red-orange and white sandstone. In the spring, the canyon floors and sagebrush meadows look like green velvet, and the flowers offer vibrant, shortlived beauty in pinks, reds, yellows, purples, and whites. The wildlife is secretive, staying inside hollows and holes until dusk falls and the night begins to cool. Once, I saw mountain lion sauntering through the campground after the sun set, and often have I seen – I think – the tracks of ringtails. At night, the Milky Way casts a thick blanket of stars. Certainly, we have been serenaded by coyotes and entertained by the erratic looking flights of bats. These pictures do not hold all of that magic – more that I haven’t mentioned – but some of it is there. We are lucky, in the western United States, to have these large, natural spaces.