“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.” NatureWonderBeautySacredHolinessAweRiverGrand CanyonColorado RiverHoly PlaceSacred Place Book:Crossing Open Ground Source: Crossing Open Ground