It was the third morning of my cross country road trip. We awoke at 4:50am. We approached the rim at 6am, before dawn. It was pitch black and the only sounds we heard were from the rocks crunching below our feet and from the wind howling between the crevasses. Dawn broke at 6:14am, and the sun rose at 6:41am. I cried, and we stared for hours. Mother nature is a very powerful goddess.

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