I just got back from a moonlit walk in this crack in the earth called the Grand Canyon. We are in Supai, the village home of the Havasupai tribe -- "the people of the bluegreen water." As we walked up a narrow trail, tribal spokesman, Roland Monakaja, sang me a song for the red walls as his young boy and I soaked it all in.
I yearn to be in places where reality is formed from landscape and history rather than schedules and television. I don't think I'm alone in seeking authenticity in my travel, open to recapturing ways of being, that many of us have lost in the dervish whirl of modern life.
Rudy, this night is beautiful. Earlier, I sat on a rock and watched the circle of sky above me fill with stars. At home, on our little ranch in Nevada, the night sky stretches forever: here it hovers directly above, a glittering dome outlined by the steep canyon walls. I found myself thinking about Mr. Monakaja's world and of my own, different in so many ways, but lit by the very same stars.
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