The Grand Canyon was my last stop before Vegas last summer. I remember trucking (keep on trucking) into Flagstaff in the middle of the night. I had to get to the Canyon before the sun came up so there was no time to sleep. I noticed, as I began the trek north that there was nothing on the road to the Grand Canyon. Let me repeat that, nothing. No buildings, street lights, nothing. I didn’t even pass a car for an hour. I stopped about half way up there and pulled over to the side of the road. I got out of the car, turned it off and just listened. I listened to nothing. Silence and solitude. Look for the near dark photo in the post with the moon in the upper right hand side. I am pretty sure this is the moment that really changed me. I had never been truly alone before. I liked it, a lot. The feeling was so calming. Once I got to the canyon, I was blessed to see one of the most impressive sunrises I have ever seen before.