The Beginning: Cape Royal

I picked up that guitar and played my heart out sitting on the farthest most point into the Grand Canyon. The rims were chalked with shades of red dust, layer upon layer, for more than a mile below. White-throated swifts soared above likely looking for a morning meal, insects I would guess. As the sun rose behind one of the plateaus, lighting its shape in a halo and turning the rest of the world to shimmering gold.

I drove further up the trail to Cape Royal, hoping to shoot a few more shots before the light grew dull. As I pulled into the parking lot, there was zebra striped toyota, the only other car in the lot. I sure with I had one of those when I was a kid. Actually I had always wanted a VW bug with pink paint and black polka dots. The truck had been down the road earlier, and I though I had been disturbin the driver... I thouht he might be doing maintance or something...

Trying not to bother him, I shuffled to the bathroom to kill some time, but I came to find that he was in the only path that led to the rim. I snuck on through and politely commented about the view. To my surprise, he replied,"Would you like some coffee?" and that is this whole story began...