Venture #2| Craig Vernon

Upon returning to my full conciseness I was instantly overwhelmed by the enormity of the sandstone mountain directly in front of me. In my mind I could hear Perry Ferrell singing, "I wish I were mountain size, no one moves you man no one tries." This is no plain mountain it is awash with the colors of life. This giant creation, in accordance with the time of mountain, the sand had become infused with Iron Oxide coloring the rock a thousand different shades of red and probably just as many shades of orange. The cedar pine and the sage brush give the hill side green freckles. The shadows are scarce here in the mid day sun, however the discriminating eye will pick out one or two defining the vertical crevices. A soft wind blows in my ear and the serene majesty of this rock near lulls me back to my meditative state. In the grand presence of nature's masterpiece, I have achieved serenity.