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Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time.

Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.

Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold. Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.

Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.

Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.

Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time.

Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.

Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold. Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.

Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.

Five minutes into my hike along Amangiri’s Cave Trail, and I’ve already made seven stops. While it’s easy to marvel at the vast expanse of desert terrain here in the centre of the Grand Circle, I’m not just staring up at the glorious eroded rock formations spanning 180 million years of geological history – hoodoos and mesas of such epic proportions that evoke scenes from The Land Before Time. Instead, I’m perpetually drawn to the details within this stark landscape. I spot a black tailed jackrabbit, and freeze, unable to reach for my camera fast enough to snap a photo before he leaps behind a row of Indian ricegrass. I take a minute, turning the small, brittle rocks in shades of ochre and dusty pink over in my palm in an attempt to digest the pages of prehistoric context that they hold.