We caught up with stormy weather in Moab, Utah. After breakfast on our first morning there, Canyonlands was a bust (photographically)—the Islands in the Sky were overrun by legions of wet, gray clouds, with reinforcements as far as one could see. We hadn’t made the entrance gate before I turned around and headed for Arches.
Call it intuition (or wishful thinking)—once in the park the clouds seemed less threatening, the skyline a bit brighter. The Windows Section, even on a gloomy day, was doing a booming business, so I parked a ways off and, for nearly an hour, listened to the soft rainfall, waiting. I had a hunch.
For sunset we took a vantage point opposite Balanced Rock, up a secondary gravel road. I walked out and set up shop on the highest point I could find, a large rounded rock, and reveled in the rich light that followed. I viewed it as a panoramic photo, because the view is so grand—how could you exclude any part of it?