Excerpts from a winter paddle across the deserted reservoir that is Lake Powell (formerly known as Glen Canyon)
Stillwater XXI // In my optimistic naïveté I realized too late that I had come to bear witness to something we could not see. Something which could be whispered of around campfires and felt deep in the side canyons of my soul, yet whose image eluded me. A distorted reflection rippling through a landscape of flooded idealism and parched reality. This is a place that belonged to another time; the death of a Canyon, the birth of the conservation movement, the excitement of innovation, the pride of a nation, the shortsightedness of greed.