The Grand Canyon is big

When I was a child my parents used to take us on long road trips over the summer in our minivan. I've got fond memories of those times. We visited South Florida, the Smokey Mountains, the Midwest and more. On one trip we were able to stop at The Grand Canyon and Carlsbad Caverns. I remember looking down into the Grand Canyon with big-eyed wonder (that sucker is deep!). It's still a life goal of mine to hike to the bottom to camp out, hunt elk with my bear hands and frolic shirtless in the Colorado River.

Fortunately my wife and I had the opportunity to visit the Grand Canyon last year. We planned to be out there in the evening so we could watch the sunset. As our drive there progressed so did an impending thunderstorm. By the time we got to our look-out point it was pouring buckets. To say I was bummed would be an understatement. I really wanted my wife to experience the joy I had when visiting my first time. 

Interestingly enough, as the storm rolled through the skies opened up and a glorious and complete double rainbow emerged in its wake. An elderly gentlemen with a camera next to me excitedly exclaimed, "I've been waiting for this all my life!" My wife leaned over and remarked, "'s my first time." 

I took a break from looking at this masterpiece in the sky to look around. Every single person was bathed in a beautiful orange hue as they stared in awe towards the heavens. No one was on their cell phone, children weren't fighting and you could feel a calm descend upon that place. For one moment everything seemed right with the world. Beauty does that to people.