I’ve always heard amazing things about Utah’s landscape, and it took seeing it with my own eyes to wonder why it took us so long to get here. Daylight was occupied with beautiful day hikes and Aaron long-boarding down Mt. Zion’s red roads. When the night fell we camped at Mount Zion right off of catskills campground overlooking canyon lands as far as your eye can see. We were atop of a canyon, so high we felt that we were in the clouds. Everywhere you turned, your peripheral vision led you right back into the vast sky that surrounded you. We happened to spend the night here during the full moon “SuperMoon” and there was never a dark moment in the night, it glowed so brightly it felt like ambient daylight. The moon reflected off the white rock in which we laid in. Backs on our blankets and just in awe of what was before us. We never slept this night, afraid we would miss something. I wanted to hang on to this night as long as it would let me. I knew a SuperMoon wouldn’t arrive for another few months or so, and who knows where in my life I would be. But tonight, I was here, atop of Mount Zion, a land that fosters magic and here I was in rapture of it. When the only constant is change, we knew this night was what we make of it. So we put out energies into the wee hours to daybreak. We even lit sparklers- it felt like a party and the moon was our disco ball. To honor the Supermoon’s presence me and Aaron created totem poles with our headlights creating a lunar alignment. How easy would it be I thought, to get lost here, to fall under the spell of this canyon land.