the grand canyon

There are those times when nothing suffices to adequately memorialize a moment. Certain scenes cannot be captured and packaged neatly to be enjoyed later. The Grand Canyon was this kind of experience.Driving up on it from the eastern edge of the south rim, the beginnings of it snake along the side of the road plunging downward from people's backyards. Imagine growing up not being told "Don't play in the street," but instead "Don't fall into the canyon." Seriously.Dizzying, it got bigger. And bigger. And bigger. Then really big.Even as we drove from point to point, jumping out and absorbing the enormity of it all, it still seemed fake. Either I was dreaming or someone had painted an elaborate mural in the desert.Us three novices arrived in time to see the sunset in all it's quiet magnitude and majesty.A sweet provision, that night we found literally the last room at what we humbly believe must be the best hotel on the south rim. Another detail that so exquisitely fell into place.Returning the next morning, Zachary recorded a new song on the rim. Complete strangers gathered to listen, enjoy and celebrate the song. Part of a project we hope to share with you someday.Really, I still can't believe it all. Words fail me. So I leave you with one more picture.