I was still in my pj's, so I hurried home, changed and headed back out to see if my pocket-sized camera could do justice to what I might see.
It was still completely fogged in where I parked in the canyon. As I was getting out of my car a hiking guide and his entourage were headed back to their van, having just spent two hours hiking in practical darkness. The man approached me and told me I was in for a disappointing hike. The trails were wet and slippery and there was no visual bearing due to the heavy fog. He thought it might be better if I tried again tomorrow.
I was pretty certain I'd seen blue sky earlier and wanted to be there when the grey burned off. Off I went through the mists. And only 30 minutes into my first part of the climb...it happened. The mists lifted.
It was then I knew I was unqualified to be trying to capture what I was seeing.
Swirling clouds and droplets of mist all around me. Pocket-sized, point-and -shoot camera is very inadequate.
Because of the damp air, the canyon smells incredible, unreal.
I wasn't out long...about an hour and a half. By the end of my hike the clouds had almost completely lifted and the midday-harsh sun had obliterated the best light. I kept thinking how unfortunate that the 5 or 6 van loads of people I saw leaving the canyon that morning had missed what I'd seen. If they'd only come a couple of hours later...
Happiness today was found in an unscheduled, solo hike in the translucent canyon.