"It was silent, utterly so, except for the birds in the great and sculpted expanse out there. I sat there for a long time and just listened. Until I heard a fucking yodel from some tourists way up on an earlier ridge."
"The peaks were covered in light, the first rays of dawn leaving their stark cut on the mountainside, but somehow still appearing very gentle and peaceful. The red rocks were a pale pink in the clear morning sun, dotted with bristlecone and pine trees. The humble river swung side to side through the canyon, rushing gently and surely as it always has done."