Down in the canyon, by the water, with sand under my feet. A crescent moon and one star reflect the light of the sun that blessed us today as we descended the steep, rocky surface – down the rainbow staircase of white, red, and green. I dip my hands into the Colorado River, washed my face, running that cleansing, healing water into my bones. If rainbows had an end to that colorful arc, this would be the place. With a myriad of tie-dyed rocks, and kaleidoscope colors, this is that pot of gold. I am thankful for the small uphills after the toe-crushing downhills of the last two days.
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