A few days ago I rode into the red rocks and sandy desert and it was like coming home again.
–Everett Ruess, VAGABOND FOR BEAUTY

There are certain places that always call to me. Places that are never far from my thoughts and where I often long to return. A quiet lake in Maine where I can hear the waves lapping against the shore as the sun is setting. A foggy morning in Oregon surrounded by a herd of elk galloping into mist. Being on top of the Continental Divide and seeing the backbone of the continent extending far to the north and far to the south….further than I can see.

Then there is Utah. The desolate, striking and awe inspiring red rock country. A land where there are no easily marked trails to follow. Where the gear is beat up, winds howl and it can be brutally cold and scorching hot all in one day.

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