I had come to the canyon with expectations. I wanted to see snowy egrets flying against the black schist at dusk, I saw blue-winged teal against the green waters at dawn. I had wanted to hear thunder rolling in the thousand-foot depths, I heard the guttural caw of four ravens…what any of us had come to see or do fell away. We found ourselves at each turn with what we had not imagined.
~ Barry López
