Also in days of yore (my youth), we had westerns. Winter Saturday mornings were often spent in front of a small, black-and-white screen watching Roy Rodgers' or Hoppalong Cassidy, or maybe even Lash Larue. One cliche in these festivals of cliches was the stampede or outlaw chase that ends at an unexpected cliff. Here you have it. That line of rock across the middle of this image? A 2000 foot deep canyon! If you're ever in that part of Colorado, the Black Canyon of the Gunnnison is worth a visit. And while you're at it, take a pic of a night time Spanish bayonet, and send it.