I went with a friend to Sand Canyon a few weeks back. What a beautiful, remote, quiet, immense place! Lots of history there, most of it now blown away into sand and dust.
We saw relatively few other people there, and there was thankfully NO SNOW! (After a winter like this last one, you must forgive me if I rejoice particularly so at the coming of the spring. Of course, just as I write this, the clouds are dropping a slushy rain/snow.)
We explored, challenged ourselves on slight grades of slickrock to navigate, and imagined what it was like to live here, centuries ago.
Take a look and see what you think yourself.
What do your sacred, loved, or even merely once visited but never forgotten places look like?