As I flew through this monolith, through these towering barriers of red stone, all I could see were the cracks in the walls, the cliffs, the jagged edges of the precipices daring me to stop and climb. Oh, the fore-sight God had to create this challenge for me. If only, if only I had more time, to stop and grasp those red stones, to lift myself from the mortality of earth into the heavens above. If only, if only I had more time. Still, I'm traveling too far, too fast to stop. I can dream. I can wish. I can wait. I can return, if needs be. Oh, and they do... To climb these red walls, these scaly, cracked, cliffs would be an honor. But, alas, I'm still driving. No, flying, so I cannot stop. I cannot halt to taste this measure of my character. I can't slow my pace or stall, I have places to be, people to see. The test of my mettle must be postponed to another day.
Arizona, oh Arizona, I shall return to your reddened walls, to your