And for pure beauties sake
Sometimes it pays to play the tourist.
While enjoying our first summer vacation in Utah (after over a decade hanging out in Ouray), Anne and I spent one late August afternoon walking around downtown Moab, checking out the bookstore and paying far too much for tarted-up club sandwiches in a main street eatery.
Mostly to escape the broiling sun for a spell, we ducked into the Chamber of Commerce. While Anne was visiting the restroom, I had a chat with the nice lady behind the counter and mentioned we were heading out to Arches National Park that evening for some sunset shots.
She offered up a list of likely locales that would be exceptional for sunset photography, one of which struck a chord with me strictly on the basis of its name: The Fiery Furnace.
Strangely, the greatest volume of tourist traffic in the park (and it’s a great…
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