The most famous natural bridge of all.
Easily reached by those who venture out onto Lake Foul...er, Powell.

Legend has it that an Indian warrior was being pursued by enemies,
and escaped when a rainbow turned to stone.

This image was only the second that I ever shot with a view camera.
That camera remains complicated now, but 2 decades ago, it was absolutely bewildering.
There was so much to remember to do from the technical end.
All that, plus composing and focusing (using a 7X loup) with my head stuck under a black cloth looking at an upside down image.
Being a natural pessimist, I expected nothing;
but, was truly elated when something came out.

This view is currently unavailable.
The Lake has receded a great deal since this shot and may never recover.
AND, the Dine (Navajo) request (it's actually not enforceable)...
request that people not walk underneath the bridge to reach this side (the side the sun hits).
At the time I took this image, there were no such "requests" voiced.
And if I understand correctly, the real objection is that large groups do not venture under the bridge (ie., the tour boats).
A reverent individual will not occur any wrath from the powerful spirits that dwell here.