Grand Canyon, Lipan Point
We drove the scenic route just before sunset. Elk and deer grazed in the forest around us as our car sped down the thin ribbon of road. At times the canyon seemed to be a figment or imagination, invisible through the trees. At others, it’s vast and gaping chasm spread before us so suddenly that it seemed alien and otherworldly. It was as if suddenly we had teleported to an alternate universe where rocks were made from rainbows and the earth had a vertical rather than a horizontal horizon. We joined a few other canyon voyeurs but they quickly left as the sun set and the wind picked up it’s day ending howl. We were left in peace, dipping carrots in hummus and slowly heating up our dinners. Our table was the edge of the canyon and our entertainment was the evermore impressive array of colors reflecting all around us. We left after dark, making our way slowly to our “campsite” (truly just a place to park in the forest) and watching the stars come out around us.