This is Church Rock near the entrance to the Needles District of Canyonlands. It is nearly 250 feet tall.
In the 1930’s, a Utopian community called the Home of Truth, founded by occultist, Marie Ogden after the death of her husband, sprang into existence very near this rock.
She convinced a group of about 100 people to join her to prepare for the end of the world. She claimed this was a portal, one of several in the area, by which God would find and bring them all home.
As for church rock, myth has it that the group hollowed it out for use as a highly resonant place of worship. There is, in fact, a hole 16 x 25 feet in the southern half giving credence to the story. However, the rock was actually hollowed out by an earlier Mormon rancher as a place to store grain and is used to this day to store salt blocks. It is hollow, once used for storage of grain. Since it is now privately owned, you can only see it from the highway as yo drive past.
This is Wilson’s Arch, not far from Church Rock along the highway heading west toward Moab.
And yes, that is a person doing an open rappel from the top of the arch. 
Lots of climbers love playing here.
I stopped for gas just before entering Moab.
This guy decided to hang out in the middle of the gas pump lane for quite some time,, 
chatting with buddies. He said, “Fuck, yeah!” a lot. His 4-Wheeler is named Big Dick.
Enough said.
Here we are, coming into Moab, what I remembered from 15 years ago as a quaint little town.
Apparently a LOT of people think so, too.
This is the line to get into Arches.
They now have an online registration system. You pays your money, are given a time specific slot to enter. I registered two days before but when I saw this, I let my timed entrance go unused.
I moved on toward Goblin Valley where I hoped to camp for the full moon.
Some of the goblins
Some of their friends 
The campground was full, full up, so I headed on into Capitol Reef,
Which I ended up being very happy about.
These rock formations are shaped like the
US Capitol Dome, which is how the park received its name.
I decided to honor the full moon by heading up into the canyon 
As the sun set, colors became so vivid.
Moving deepe, I caught my first glimpse
Worth a closer shot
Excited, feeling the pull, I drove to the very end of the road, then back tracked to a quiet little spot I’d seen driving in 
There were no other cars, no people left in the canyon, only the rare call of a crow who remained unseen.
Just me, the ancient canyon winds, gentle this night, and absolute stillness. 
I made my observance, practiced my lunar rite.
Gave thanks.
What awonderful way to celebrate the full flower moon. But wow, that line to get into Arches was crazy. I was there in August about 25 years ago, and I had no trouble avoiding people or finding parking inside the park. What a change!