Sanctuary of Stones

"Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, Like thoughts inside a dream ... Heed the path that led me to that place, Yellow desert stream ... My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again ... Sure as the dust that floats high in June, When movin' through Kashmir ..." Nobody has an accurate count of the number of sandstone spires in the Red Rocks- Secret Mountain wilderness of Arizona. In fact ... "There's no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark." Feb. 24, 2016