This work is a culmination of time I spent in the Canyonlands of southern Utah in April of 2006. My focus was to create a feel for the environment paired with a narrative describing the culture of rock climbing in the desert. Our party spent 10 days camped in Indian Creek with little to noamenities. Wewere slowly covered in red dust, so fine that you hardly realized it at first but I still find the sand in clothes, shoes and climbing gear over a year later. Seems like a nice metaphor to describe the way this landscape gets in your bones, sinking in and seeding you with a desire to return. Each day had it's rhythm: wake up, make coffee and breakfast, pack up and go climbing. And later to return at the end of a sun-baked day, limbs tired and dehydrated, making supper and drinking tequila around the campfire, peeling away the layers of our normal busy existence to reveal a subtler more contemplative life. When I think about the beauty andimmensity of this place I get a pang to return. I've been three times and I know I'll go back again.