Repeatedly, I have been asked to post more pictures of my three months sabbatical/timeout in the American Southwest from August to October of 2025. And to perhaps add some closing thoughts of my experience. Here's my follow up.
Almost everyone has a place they call home. I am born and raised in Central Switzerland, close to the City of Lucerne where I still live now. I have an astonishing view from my balcony across the central portion of the Alps. I can sit in my living room couch and see Mount Pilatus in full view close by, while laying in my bed I see the sun rising over Mount Rigi in the morning. It's beautiful here, this is my home and I appreciate the political and social stability this country offers.
But something is missing for me in this land. I can't just put my finger on it what exactly that is. All I know is that as an 11 years old I came across a picture in a book looking over
Dead Horse Point near Moab, Utah - across the Colorado river and the landscape of Canyonlands National Park. I was instantly enthralled.
I never stopped dreaming of this extraordinary view, the colors and formations.
I have visited this place countless times since, driven on that dirt road called Potash road that continues as the White Rim Road through Canyonlands so many times. And through trial and error I eventually found the hiking route out to the tip of that Mesa in the very center of it. There's a rock cairn at the edge of that drop off down to the Colorado that I add to every time I hike out that way.
This is the very picture I stopped dead at in that book all those years ago. The first picture I posted in this thread with my happy and content shadow is just a little off of the picture to the left on that dirt road one can make out below.
As some of you know, I am an Introvert and Loner. I need a lot of me time to recuperate from social interactions to recharge my batteries.
Traveling alone for three months has been a bliss to me. A spiritual companion I found is this sunset picture of
Lone Mountain near Tonopah, NV.
Hiking through the arid deserts of the Southwest brings me the joy, solitude and happiness I so crave. I might have mentioned elsewhere that I daydream about these places all the time when I'm not there. This is what I dream about.
Here, near the House Rock Valley Road, is such a place. Overlooking the
Buckskin Gulch area, the longest Slot Canyon on earth (they say) which I hiked through a good part of. It is located between Kanab, UT and Page, AZ. I repeatedly hiked all over the area in the picture.
The freestanding Mountain to the right in the picture above marks the
White Pocket area. A must see if you are into that kind of landscape and geology.
For some those are just bare rocks. To many of us they mean a lot more than that. The next three pictures are of the formations that can be seen there. The man in the first picture is a complete stranger to me who happens to give the grandeur of the geology the right touch and perspective.
A close up of the center area from the picture above. I have heard of the White Pocket before but never seen it with my own eyes.
My first thought at this very place was - This is it,
THIS IS MY PLACE!
I stood here and could not believe my eyes seeing these formations, forms, colors and total immersion into my dreamscape. It is my new favorite place on earth.
More in the next post.