We take a late afternoon drive up to the Grand Canyon. This is probably the last time I will visit this magical place before I leave to see the rest of the country. I joke, I make light of it. “No more big ditch for a while.”
But I will miss it. She has shown me something here that I never saw before. A bit of the awe which she feels for the place has rubbed off on me. It saddens some part of me that this will no longer be a scant few hours away. But I am glad to have been here, to have seen this, and to have experienced this with somebody who has a love for it.
We are at Shoshone Point, and we are alone. She tells me that the wind normally howls here. Today the point was quiet, there was no wind.