Racing along the interstate in an @escapecampervans just before the Nevada and Arizona border, @alexkphoto and I were watching the sun slowly set.
We had turned off the radio and were frantically calling to each other the sun’s current progress as we continued east. The challenge was that this portion of the interstate was carved into the hills and we had large mounds of dirt on either side of a six lane highway – with no sign of relief. Ultimately, we had resigned ourselves to pulling over as soon as we could and grabbing some roadside shots from atop the view-robbing-bluffs.
We pulled over to the side of the road, piled out with our gear and scrambled to the top of the hill to try and catch the sunset. To our surprise, when we reached the top, we discovered a quiet river valley on the other side. The Virgin river was snaking right next to the freeway and directly on the other side were tiny farms that lead up to Virgin Peak, which was turning amazing shades of blue/purple. I belly crawled underneath the barbwire fence and began feverishly sprinting down towards the river, with just my camera, tripod, and head lamp. The show was amazing. All I had to do was step back, and let God do his thing. It was the first time I understood the adage ’#f8andbethere’. (at Bunkerville, Nevada)