Sandstone, miles and miles of it, in all its weather worn glory.  To experience it first hand is awe inspiring, to understate it, but to understand how it came to be is infinitely humbling.

It takes a grand imagining to fully appreciate the scope, scale, and wonder of the Canyonlands in Utah.   To envisage if you will, a mountain range to the east of the Paradox basin (Canyonlands), not unlike the Rockies of today, called the Uncompahgre.    Through erosion over many many many years this entire mountain range was reduced to an ocean of sand reaching to California, which is known today as the Colorado Plateau..............AN ENTIRE MOUNTAIN RANGE!

As time marched on, sand was turned to stone and that stone was subjected to the same forces which dislodged it from its mountain home, the endless power of wind, rain, freezing and thawing, leaving us with what we see today,

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Think of Michelangelo taking a block of marble and slowly scraping away at that marble until he was left with the sculpture of David.  That is what you see here.  An enormous block of sandstone that has been sculpted away leaving us with these wondrous remnants.

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What I see here is raw power.  The power of patients.  If it is true that with enough faith we could move mountains,  this is what it would look like.