Fruita Sunset

We were happily preparing dinner after a day in the canyons, when someone shouted "Look, a rainbow!" I ran to the tent to grab my camera and frantically began taking pictures. We were nestled in the campground, close to the cliff face, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not get a good shot of the rainbows. By now there were two of them, but I could only catch portions of the arc, we were so close it. I hopped into a streambed and followed it up stream, hoping to get far enough away that I could fit the whole picture in. By then, though, the light had faded, the rainbows were just a fading memory. As the sun sunk lower in the sky, the cliff faces began to glow with the light of the setting sun. My mom describes being with her father, chasing the sun as it set in the sky to get the perfect scene. I found myself in the middle of that perfect scene, hoping and praying that I would remember everything I needed to record that moment before the last glimmer of light was gone. What a rush!