Bryce Canyon is almost unreal. When you first arrive to the park, get out of your vehicle, wipe the Pringles crumbs from your lap, and approach the overlook, you have no fair insight of what is about to happen. Then you see it.Although you are encircled by conversations in foreign languages, you know exactly what is being said. They too have just wiped the Pringles off their shorts and walked to the edge of the canyon. The surrounding dialogue of the other visitors, begin to fade away. You start to feel the canyon.Maybe the canyon does not hand out an open invitation to all that look upon its beauty. Yet, to those who feel the canyon and need its presence, they are tenderly aware that it must be experienced. The canyon gives the gift of color and glory.The canyon gives the gift of spirit.
“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
We wholeheartedly accepted the challenge of the canyon. It was wild.
Until we meet again,