When we reached the summit our Navajo guides had set up camp for us and we spent the rest of the evening in awe at the chiaroscuro light that fell on the Monuments below. A huge rolling thunderstorm boomed through the canyon and was followed by biblical cloud and light. Then from somewhere below us we heard Native American drums and chanting and I thought we were in a dream. Then early the next morning we awoke to a glorious sunrise and took even more breathtaking photos of this incredible place.
This photo is one of hundreds taken at sunrise on the Mesa and was captured just after a huge thunderstorm rolled away into the distance.