The thing I miss most about being out west is the sheer expanse of wilderness. Minnesota isn't bad for this . . . but further west is even better. There's just all this land that begs to be explored. And who cares that it was all mapped years ago? Obviously not April nor myself, as we couldn't be bothered to really worry about anything other than what was before us.
April drove me to a beautiful canyon, and we set out for a full day. This is the scene of my first picture from the trip; I fell in the river during a treacherous crossing, but April managed to save my camera bag, so all was well.
