Lorena, 27

Lorena Sunset rides like this are the only place my head goes quiet. Just me, the tide, and a horse who knows the way home.

Lorena This one's a favorite

Lorena Steady strokes on glassy water. Some days the mountains do the talking.

Lorena Some afternoons ask for nothing but a book and a hammock. Today I listened.

Lorena No horses out here, but the rhythm is the same. One steady step at a time through Zion's canyon.