I was headed east, actually I was on the way back home after going NYC to Seattle, Redwoods to ole Nebraska. Driving by Courthouse and Jail Rocks in awe and simply had to stop and capture the moment. Checking up and down the strip, waiting, watching, making sure my truck and I were indeed alone on the beautiful stretch of American soil. I could tell the best view laid up a steep gravel road covered in icy snow. Taking a wide turn, I gunned it and hit the luge hard, snow and rocks splashing out of the way. Slip, traction, slide to the left, traction again, keep it steady … and we’re up.
Getting out of the truck, the frigid wind hit me harder than expected. My arms were shaking in protest as I set up the tripod. Quick “huiyayaya”s escaping my mouth in steamy shudders as I tried not to let my teeth chatter. Setting up the camera and starting the capture, I felt the primal urge to get back in the truck and drive off as fast as I could. It was as if the noise and heat of the truck’s engine ripping through the bitter night could warm my body, my soul. huiyayaya three, huiyayaya two, huiyayaya one, and we’re huiyayaya done.
Check out the National Parks Service page for more information about Courthouse and Jail Rocks – also called McFarlan’s Castle!