The last time I visited Lake Powell was in February 2020, three weeks before the world stopped. I was in Page, Arizona, on a reporting trip, and had taken my laptop down to the lobby of my hotel to answer some emails. Soon enough, a chatty employee who was mopping the tile floor made his way over. “If you’ve got a little time, you should check out the Hanging Garden,” he said, with the conspiratorial tone of a local dropping knowledge. “It’s a quick walk up from the dam, maybe a mile. Really beautiful, kids here always go up there to get their prom pictures taken.”
Luddites On a Mission
Luddites On a Mission
Luddites On a Mission
The last time I visited Lake Powell was in February 2020, three weeks before the world stopped. I was in Page, Arizona, on a reporting trip, and had taken my laptop down to the lobby of my hotel to answer some emails. Soon enough, a chatty employee who was mopping the tile floor made his way over. “If you’ve got a little time, you should check out the Hanging Garden,” he said, with the conspiratorial tone of a local dropping knowledge. “It’s a quick walk up from the dam, maybe a mile. Really beautiful, kids here always go up there to get their prom pictures taken.”