On a cold morning two days after Thanksgiving, I drove up into the 'dobes north of Delta, Colorado. Here is what I saw:
Shards of glass, clay skeet and shotgun shells imbedded in the cracked soil, the site where the locals hold thousands of shoot-outs in the apparent wasteland.
As the first sun of the day touched the top of Grand Mesa, the light seemed to make the leavings more beautiful.
And suddenly the undulating landscape, pocked with shadow, began to move, like a slow herd of elephants.
even the faint trails left by motorcycles around the Devil's Thumb blended in with the natural markings on this strange landscape.
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Paul Larmer is the executive director of High Country News.