Looking past one of the
ramparts on the South Rim, toward the North Rim, which is more than a thousand
feet higher. On the trip that James Brown and I made in
May, 1960, we made it a point to be at this place at sunrise. There was a couple
whose age I judge to be about the same as my current. The man looked left, looked
right, looked across and down, and said, "That's it? That's all there is
to it?" and stalked off to their car. I must admit, I had hoped for a little
more color, but the angles were not right until later, and I felt we needed to
be on our way.