I’ll make my pilgrimage, over mountains, across desserts, and between narrow walls of stone. I’ll travel to where the Colorado Plateau, Great Basin, and Mojave Desert collide. To a canyon scraped from the Navajo Sandstone by the force of the Virgin River. Mukuntuweap, as the southern Paiutes called it, is my destination. For seven days I will hike up and down the canyon walls, and for seven nights I will stare up at a sky full of stars. Mukuntuweap is my church, my Zion.
