The colors are incredible, though, as your eyes travel down the formations and you travel eons through time. It just goes to show that even something called the Badlands can be a place of great beauty. Even here there are grassy meadows so there is sustenance for creatures even amidst the 'moon scape.'
Once we hit the mountains we sought out cold refreshing mountain streams. Neither one of us fish, (the fish are certainly grateful) but we would plop on a rock and meditate on the water rushing by. If you have ever sat on a rock in the middle of a madly rushing mountain stream, you will know what it feels like to read Psalm 36 verses 8 - 9:
They feast on the abundance of your house,
and you give them drink from the river of your delights.
9 For with you is the fountain of life;
in your light we see light.
In the stream there are little waterfalls, pools of quiet water and always the water rushing down, down, down. Some of the droplets leap as they race over the rocks...if this water could talk, I would imagine it screaming wildly for joy and perhaps some fear too. I am reminded of the book Hinds' Feet on High Places by Hannah Hurnard. It is an allegory of the Christian life and the journey of faith as we make our way toward the High Places of the Shepherd. I read this book when I was discerning a religious vocation many years ago. I highly recommend it for anyone who has not read it. I just finished re-reading it a few weeks ago. When I was discerning I could very much identify with the main character 'Much Afraid', who belongs to the Fearing family. Even as I re-read it, I had to admit there are areas where I am still 'Much Afraid.'
In one chapter she is standing at the foot of a high water fall. The Shepherd asks her,
"What do you think of this fall of great waters in their abandonment of self-giving?"
"I think they are beautiful and terrible beyond anything which I ever saw before. It is the leap they have to make, the awful height from which they must cast themselves down to the depths beneath, there to be broken on the rocks."
The Shepherd asks her to watch the water from the moment it leaps over the edge until it reaches the bottom. Once over the edge, the waters were like winged things, alive with joy, so utterly abandoned to the ecstasy of giving themselves that she could almost have supposed that she was looking at a host of angels floating down on rainbow wings, singing with rapture as they went.
"It looks as though they think it is the loveliest movement in all the world, as though to cast oneself down is to abandon oneself to ecstasy and joy indescribable."
This is what I thought as I watched the river race down, down, down... exploding on rocks... leaping in the air...perhaps a respite in a quiet pool until once again a water droplet was drawn into the current to start down again.
I have to ask myself, am I still ready to abandon myself in the Lord's river of delights even though it might mean crashing into rocks and leaps of faith. Hopefully, I say YES!!! And hopefully you do too!