Nancy Holt’s Sun Tunnels rest on the land in a remote part of northwest Utah. You have to want to get there—the land art is not a roadside attraction that you stumble upon while driving across the state.

It was a hot day in July when Fred and I made our pilgrimage to the site. The thermometer was pushing 100, there were few clouds in the sky and no trees to provide shade or help mark the passage of time. Mirages of water appeared all around us. We arrived when the sun was high in the sky and found ourselves alone with the land art.

I feel that my soul is bare and exposed when experiencing land art in open spaces, and the sites become sacred. Sun Tunnels was no exception. With no sound other than our quiet footsteps, the world transformed to one that was visually transcendent.

After walking around and through the four tunnels, absorbing the tactile quality of the concrete through my fingers, I sat down in one, cradled by the curve and cool surface of the interior. I let myself simply BE.