SHIPROCK

FALL 03
















The towering cathedral sits still. In the hazy distance sleeker monuments of coal-fired power release billowing clouds like ominous smoke signals.

Around the massive monument the ground is so convoluted that we only find a small ledge upon which to establish camp — barely large enough to accommodate 2 bivys. And now a strong dose of boundary-dissolving psychedelics...
Surely a test of true brotherhood!