day three: part two

we arrived. 

grabbed our cameras and literally ran out of the RV
there was only one other family there.
and us.

we didn't say much.

and went our own ways.

there were audible cries.

and sighs.

wheels turning and talks with the universe

and God

it honestly felt like an alter call.

we all found our tiny personal sanctuaries

some dangling legs off the side of the cliff, others more

cautious

indian style against a shrub in the distance

but close enough to touch

eachother

if we needed

 

then one by one

when we were done;

talking and thinking and crying and wondering

we left in our own time.

it was dark

and the wind that blew that evening; the entire time we were there

was like nothing i'd ever felt

and something i'll never forget.

our RV sat lonely in a huge parking lot and there were literally stars everywhere

the biggest ones we'd ever seen

and to the horizon and back
feeling like we were in our own "star globe"

so we set up our chairs and blankets in the parking lot

 

lindsay and i made fried bologna and grilled cheese sandwiches

we were out of beer 

so we drank vodka and Gatorade

and we watched the stars, on our backs

for four hours

we talked

and were silent

alex read Genesis.

and we laughed until we thought we'd be sick

over the one of the most awesome quotes of the trip.

we counted shooting stars

and taylor set everyone a quota to see before we could leave...

we even contemplated karma when we slacked in the shooting star contest

linds and i took the late {early morning shift}
rollin our wheels to the pacific ocean
and with the help of some potent coffee and the garth brooks box set
we made it to the line 
and a few sweet dreams later we woke up to 
the coast.............

{we later read that 5 million people visit the grand canyon each year; but on that night, we were the only ones there}