08 Jun Weird beauty
I visited Arches National Park for the first time in 1996. I remember the weirdly awesome red rock arches, spires, fins, monoliths, and balanced rocks. I remember the flawlessness of the blue sky and the heat pressing down on us like an oppressive, indifferent hand.
I don’t remember the hoards of flip-flop-wearing part-timers clogging up the trails like butter in an artery, but perhaps that’s just my selective memory. Or perhaps because I am older now, I am less tolerant of sharing the vista with fifty other people. Solitude is an increasingly rare beast.
After following the crowds to Double O Arch, we took the “primitive trail” (i.e. not for the faint of heart) through the Devil’s Garden. At least everyone we met on that trail was wearing shirts and hiking boots.