The reservation dogs — rez dogs as they’re called — roam the land here.

Sometimes alone, sometimes in twos, sometimes in packs. They let you feed them, but don’t let you get close enough to pet them. These free spirits know where to get food and where to hunker down in storms.

The land they roam is vast, rough and dramatic, with red canyons and mesas carved by the wind, water and weather of thousands of years.

Here’s a look: