Cottonwood Cove, South Coyote Buttes
Every new turn opened up evolutionary pages, volumes of time, and the beauty of it overwhelmed me. The tears came as I touched the petrified dunes, the dinosaur tracks and the fragile, eroding shelves of sandstone. It was as if the landscape was all written in an ancient braille and I was reading it with my fingertips. Steve had been here hundreds (maybe thousands) of times and knew the place I was in. He smiled and said it best, "If this place doesn't inspire you I'm not sure what will."