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Dream Trip
above the ground. Each year somebody has to get rescued.
The walls still open up to the top like a V but the deeper the water
cut into the rock, the steeper and closer they get. After a while the
blue sky is only a tiny gap high above us. Tons of heavy sand stone
blocks, torn out by the water centuries ago, obstruct our way or are
wedged up high between the walls. Now it is an especially wide
way and Bill slides into a gap between block and wall until we can
only see his upper body: »You have to push your bottom against
the wall and slide down slowly until you can push your feet against
»These canyons are special places where you experience
nature‘s power in a very special way. Each one feels like a
spiritual experience.«
Is it only light or a divine revelation?
the wall«, he explains with an exhausted look on his face. Our tailbones
will thank us tonight, at least Edward Abbey would be proud
of us – if he was still alive. Those are my trains of thought while I
hang in the gap, scraping my skin, blood begins to run and my feet
cannot find the opposite wall. Bill asks: »How many words for bottom
are there in German?« Po, Arsch, Hintern… We try to think of
all the different versions while I somehow manage to slide down –
Bill and Lanell repeat all the words like parrots. Even our laughter
sounds lost in reverie in this own world. The Slot Canyon becomes
Short life in solitude and poetry
When Everett Ruess disappeared
in Utah in 1934, he
had just turned 20. Up till
today, numerous myths and
many unsolved questions wind
around his disappearance and
his person. One thing is clear:
Ruess was a talented poet,
evidenced by his poetic nature
descriptions. He left them behind
in his many letters to his
family. He also drew, created
woodcuts and painted during
his long and lonely travels through
the untouched nature of the American
West. Nowadays, he is often seen as
an earlier Jack Kerouac or a Catcher in
the Rye who turned the canyon’s rough
landscape into a setting in the search
of himself. Everett Ruess’ life is so
fascinating because he took responsibility
for his actions, his decision to
live life to the extreme. When he was
16, Ruess – born in Oakland, lived in
L.A. – set off into the wild in California.
Later on he discovered Arizona
and Utah as his main elements for his
painting. It was the start of his long
solitude travels.
Literature: »A Vagabond for Beauty«
by W.L. Rusho. It includes Ruess’
letters as well as reports on his disappearance
and the search for him.
tighter and tighter, abrasions bloodier and bloodier, the atmosphere
more intimate. It bleeds into the conversations between
climbing and abseiling: We talk about dreams, desires, recipes for
good relationships, our lifelines. Bill who was a deep-sea diver in
another life, built a hut close to the Observation Point in Zion. If
possible, he wants to stay there forever. He is only 41. Lanell always
wanted to live outside, Zion is his dream come true. A year
ago she arrived in the desert. Previously she had a fulfilling job in
trendy San Francisco. All that was nothing in comparison to
guiding Slot-Canyon Tours.
»Those canyons are special places. I gain the power of elements in
a very special manner, I feel connected to them. Each time I am in
a canyon it is a spiritual experience«, she tries to capture her feelings
in words. Bill agrees, silently nodding, his blue eyes seem to
shine of happiness. We keep walking silently, the silence talks to
us. I try to see, let my eyes wander along the filigreed vibrations of
the walls. I feel inside. Contours, textures, chasing in the sand
stone – the rings of Saturn, orbits of planets, spiral galaxies. The
whole universe, formed by sandstone. Light never hits the >
Courtesy from the Ruess Family
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