Hugh Hefner, the founder of Playboy died today and the world will be poorer without him. Hefner was a visionary and a man of great taste. A Maecenas for countless artists. I was the art director of Playboy Magazine.
We had to cross the Painted Desert. An expanse of dry land peppered with buttes of different colours remains of a forgotten era when violent volcanic activities had spat into the desert ash and lava that had solidified and taken different colours in contact with local ore. Red and arid, spotted with grouchy cacti and furrowed by soft and lonely mountain ranges, this is a beautiful and deadly land.
The third day we left early for Monument Valley. I had an idea of what to expect and I was enthusiastic about that trip. I didn’t know at the time that this was going to be the day I saw them, the desert spirits.
The second day didn’t top the first day but was a very satisfying one. We spent a half day at Grand Canyon. Walked six miles (about 10 km) along the South Rim and discovered the fascinating history of the canyon.
pilgrimage to the Canyons. I know there isn’t such a thing, but it should be. It should be made official. Pilgrimage to these wonders of Nature. Why not? It’s an amazing trip of discovery, it’s an awe-inducing journey and it’s soul-healing. What else do we need from a pilgrimage?