Remoteness and distance reach an apex in the Escalante River area. It is the least developed and most left alone, although battles with invasive species, especially Russian Olive, go on here as elsewhere. There are no constructed trails, only fragmented foot tracks, dry washes, canyons and slickrock. Route finding is by careful observation. The images say look … look at this carefully, this is still here in 2014 but if it were 1014, it would look little different. How long will it stay like this? There are many figures, creatures and expressions to be seen in the rocks. They reside in our own innate perception more than in the rocks themselves. We create them together. Object and subject stand separate and strong, each on its own. It is a gallery of rock canvasses; there is no way to see them all. To each person and on each day the gallery will show something different. Other small groups of wanderers are occasionally met. “What an amazing, beautiful place!” is often said. I take to a reply of “Where are the ugly spots?” A knowing laugh and raised eyebrows always results. Somehow we know our journeys are similar. We are part of this landscape, not aliens from another galaxy. Humans may be an invasive species, but we belong here.