So, Rick and I rolled into Moab and met our fellow Sigma photographer, Kendall. It was great to see Kendall again—it’s probably been six or seven years, which is much too long. We got settled into our hotel, told some stories, and then decided to head out to Fisher Towers. Fisher Towers is north of Moab off of Rt. 128, which wanders along the Colorado river. Arches is due west, and the La Sals are south. This was my first time to the area. We had partly cloudy skies to start out with...
It’s like a sentinel! The is shooting west, and the Colorado is tucked in the valley there. Pretty damn impressive erosion.
Eventually you must get complacent having all these amazing rock cliffs around. But not so much if you live in Wisconsin.
Love the textures
People would pay good money to have a garden that looked like this.
These spires (fins) were amazing. The tall group over to the right—there were climbers up there. Now that’s just completely crazy!
Yes your honor, he’s certifiably insane. Exhibit A...
We had some nice color as the sun was going down. I did climb/scramble up the plateau on the right hand side (under the spires). That got us some good exercise...
With that, we headed back to Moab, and went out for some delicious tacos and Moab’s best Margarita. If that truly was Moab’s best, I’m feeling really bad for all the residents...