Echoes in Stone
Capitol Reef National Park
You find the most interesting things when you wander off the main path. I was exploring a narrow canyon deep in Capitol Reef, the kind of place where the only sound is your own breathing. I came across this wall of sandstone, and it just stopped me. It looked like a face staring back, weathered by countless seasons. I ran my hand over the surface; the main rock was gritty, but the inside of these potholes was surprisingly smooth. You can almost feel the memory of the water that swirled here, grinding away grain by grain for who knows how long. It’s a quiet reminder of how patient and powerful erosion is, creating these deep, dark voids in the solid rock.