Iron, like a lion in Zion.
Those lyrics from the wonderful Bob Marley song instantly bring back memories of my drive through these canyons a few months ago. I am standing again at a pull off on the side of the road, clouds hanging heavy above me, hugging the tops of the rust colored rocks. A flash waterfall is beating down the side of the cliff face, formed by the rains from the previous night. I turn on that song and dance next to my car to my hearts content. I know I look foolish, but joy like this can’t possibly be contained.