Bears Ears Speaks

We drove along the highway, the snow dusted with vermilion-umber sand, seemingly the only form of water in the dry lands of the high desert in the winter. As we passed Wunu’qa / Tsé Biiʼ Nidzisgaii (Monument Valley), we admired the fog gently caressing the red rock mittens and buttes in the valley and along the southern Comb Ridge.