All things that go up, must come down. I follow the law of gravity and start my descent back into the slot canyons of Kasha-Katuwe.
The smooth stone reminds me of the small of a woman’s back that fingers slowly caress after the passion of our glass animal natures has subsided. The same electric tingling sensation envelopes me now as I enter the narrow entrance.
The towering Tent Rocks create illusions of an eclipse as you make your way through. Bend a knee and worship to the planets that orbit above in the heavens.
My spiritual fix is satisfied as I complete the exploration of the mighty Tent Rocks.
