It’s 6:30 in the morning and the sun is just starting to stretch out over the horizon. Here you stand atop a cliff marveling at majestic hoodoos millions of years in the making, a glint of dew marbling off the brush nearby and the sound of native swallows echoing in the distance.

The light seems to cascade through what was once a bustling river valley and in the distance you see a fox traipsing across this breathtaking tapestry.

In the Canadian Badlands, moments like these are easy to find.