A short but sweet trip down to Arches National Park, one last dance with summer before the winter lockdown. We made our way from Laramie to Green River, to Green River Utah (spoken of in the same language one refers to Rock Springs, i.e. "stabby") where I left the sleepy husband, dogs and parents in law to enter the park shortly after daybreak. My joy rose as the Challenger climbed the criss cross road cut into the Moab fault until there was only a clear sky above and the red cliffs like fortress walls stretching away and away into the blue of distant morning. The moon was the only thing in the sky and I took that as a challenge, to photograph a full day of epic landscape with no dramatic cloud cover to soften the harsh light soon to come. My first stop at Park Avenue brought tears and I garnered some strange looks from the other early tourists. . . . .