Seven years ago, I had stepped foot in a fairytale. Tall red hoodoos in impossible shapes and crimson shades towered over the trail and every turn in the corner brought out even more mystical shapes. The vibrant red and orange landscape was peppered with deep green pine trees somehow surviving in this orchre terrain. It was like walking through nature's recreation of a medina, complete with tiny alleyways lined towering houses painted in an coat of orange.

Climbing out of the aptly named peekaboo canyon, I got to look upon this fairytale land, a land which impressed upon me how water can act in mysterious ways.

Bryce Canyon National Park

UT USA