A thousand years ago the Fremont People, a culture contemporaneous with the Ancestral Puebloans, lived in what is now Capitol Reef National Park. The amazing redrock of that part of the Colorado Plateau is a land of uplifts and canyons. Water is a scarce commodity. The waters of Sulphur Creek slip southward off the shoulder of Thousand Lake Mountain, over in Fish Lake National Forest, before turning eastward behind the long arc of the Waterpocket Fold. Sulphur slides beneath the jagged uplifts of The Castle, the great prominence that is the park’s geologic icon. In the old Mormon pioneer settlement of Fruita, the slit-laden waters of the creek merge quietly with those of the Fremont River and continue another ninety miles to the sparse town of Hanksville, where, in meeting the aptly named Muddy Creek, the Dirty Devil River is born, whose eighty-mile journey ends in the backbays of Lake Powell and the mighty Colorado. The hardy pioneers of the Latter Day Saints nourished their bountiful fruit orchards with the waters of Sulphur Creek, and one hundred and forty years thence, those trees still bring forth fruit in due season.

A focal length of 33mm, just inside of wide-angleland, gave me the angle-of-view I wanted to share. An aperture of f/20 provided depth-of-field, and a shutter speed of 0.5 second at ISO 100 gave me an overall medium exposure.

Capitol Reef has become one of my favorite landscapes in the Southwest. It’s stark contrasts and scarce diversity remind me that the beauty of the natural world is always at work, constantly reinventing itself anew. We need its stubborn fierceness to feed the hunger in our souls, that tiny, still voice reminding us we are alive.