There is an arc of slow ecstasy leading to a readiness for return. We reverse direction on the roads we have been on. All journeys are different in the other direction. New connections are made, drawing time and place still closer. We are a good kind of glowing tired, but tired none the less. Gary and Krista have left, heading back to Oregon. Carolyn and I take our last full day hike in Bryce, joined by memories of earlier visits to this old friend going back 41 years. After 12 straight days of walking through this dazzling landscape, we can actually begin to be worn out. It has been so intense this time that we’re just exhausted and it becomes hard to see as we had been. Once back home in New England, it is difficult to look critically at the photographs for several months. Slowly, the thoughts and images begin to organize themselves and come together in this essay. The time travel both forward and backward is very personal at this point. It wants to be more inclusive and shared with others. In 1896 George Santayana wrote that beauty was a strong positive emotion projected back onto a physical object. The object is made beautiful by this. The photographs are equivalents and become beautiful to me by that relationship. Others may get a similar sense. I hope so, at least for some.