South of Boise, some 14,000 years ago, the floodwaters of ancient Lake Bonneville roared through here, tearing this gorge out of basalt. We were here — my sister Barb, brother-in-law Steve, and friend Greg — in late Novemember, looking as colorful as a Benetton ad.

Zion! Such a blue infinity of sky! And shadows of mountains creeping up the face of other mountains, and covering the trees with a more saturated green.

Max Beckman said, “Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.”