Here in canyon country. Solitary, silent, and seemingly empty, these vast spaces are like the bare skeleton of Earth's long histories. This area was once covered by an ocean, now it's high and dry. Time seems to stand still. But this land of stone and sand can hardly be called dead. Rain falls, rivers rise and cut their way through rocky depths. Wind blows, eroding colorful stone into beautiful shapes. Seasons come and go and some of Earth's hardiest and yet most fragile plants and animals remain to give the canyons a sparse, serene, and strangely seductive life of their own. Here, even more than most wild places, the mind and spirit feel free. Here there's no need to ask "What's it good for?" It's good for itself, and for all the living things that Nature has spent millions of years evolving into "CANYON CREATURES".