Utah canyons. Sandstone. Sun. My photo.

Moab Meditation

Immaculate moments.

Dan Kay
Core Shot
Published in
2 min readMay 8, 2023

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Moab. The red desert of Southeast Utah.

I am here again, under the sun.

“Fuck, man,” someone says.

“The vibes in Moab are fucking immaculate.”

Highliners. My photo. Disposable film camera.

Half a dozen of us stand along the cliff edge. Behind us, our vehicles parked right up on the edge of the desert. Converted ambulances, ratty trucks with pop-up campers, soccer-mom minivans — all dispatched the rugged road into this spot. Resting now, covered in red Moab mud.

In front of us, three highlines criss-cross the canyon. A friend walks on each. We watch, absent-minded. The sun shines down; goes away; a cold wind makes itself known. We all wear down jackets — on, off, on again as the sun comes and goes.

Moab warms the heart.

I am heading home, now only six hours from home after 4,000 miles of solo travel across the USA and Canada. I stopped in Moab to see my friends, who have been on the road for a few months. They are trying on the moniker of #Digitalnomads. One loves it. The other, a people person, seems to have her doubts.

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Dan Kay
Core Shot

Always adventurous. Occasionally political. I write creative stories about life, love, climbing and travel. thisisyouth.org