Canyonlands National Park
"You can see most anything there in the heart of the Needles. Sharp monoliths leap hundreds of feet into the hard blue sky. Serrated ridges of flaming rock twist in all directions... The wind died, but the the air stayed full of sand. Into this golden mist the sun sank, a blood-red ball. Out of the creeping purple shadows the buttes soared like jets of flame."
- David Lavender, born February 4, 1910