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Where the Road Ends

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After a bumpy ride along a precariously narrow, red dirt road, we’ve arrived. We shoulder our bags and strike out, leaving our car, which is splattered with so much red and brown mud that it looks like we attempted to tie-dye it, behind. Red dirt roads are synonymous, at least for me, with the Colorado Plateau. But in Utah, we are not. Rather, we’re 3,000 miles away, on a piece of land so mystical that it feels like it could float away out of the Gulf of St. Lawrence on the summer breeze. We could only be one place. We could only be on Prince Edward Island. Where the road ends, the journey begins.

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Joey Priola
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After a bumpy ride along a precariously narrow, red dirt road, we’ve arrived. We shoulder our bags and strike out, leaving our car, which is splattered with so much red and brown mud that it looks like we attempted to tie-dye it, behind. Red dirt roads are synonymous, at least for me, with the Colorado Plateau. But in Utah, we are not. Rather, we’re 3,000 miles away, on a piece of land so mystical that it feels like it could float away out of the Gulf of St. Lawrence on the summer breeze. We could only be one place. We could only be on Prince Edward Island. Where the road ends, the journey begins.
Joey Priola Wilderness Photography