When I lived in Page, Arizona, there was a special spot I frequented after work, known to locals as Beer Can Hill. This place, which I fondly called Communication Rock, became my sanctuary—a place where I could walk in solitude, reflect, and wrap myself in silence for hours on end. It also happened to offer the best cell reception, allowing me to connect with the outside world while diving deep into my internal thoughts.

Dan and I shared countless meaningful conversations by this rock during his stay in Page. We soaked in the beautiful scenery, exchanged insights, and reveled in the quietude together. Before he continued his journey west, we captured some homie group shots to remember our time there.

The last few photos I took were just days before I left Page. They serve as a lasting memory of my Communication Rock, the solitude it offered, and the deep introspection it inspired.