After sun delight
Trip Start
Jul 19, 2009
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Trip End
Oct 25, 2010
The Fish River Canyon was big enough to be impressive - comes second after the Grand Canyon, we were told. But you wont see the striking colours of the more famous one - this canyon shows mostly shades of grey, some brown and green. Deep down at the bottom a puddle of brownish water.
You can walk around it, but you can't venture in. Now that would have made all the difference, I mean, sometimes just looking is not enough.
We were there to watch the sunset, carrying our beers and wines, (ok, mine was whisky) to fully enjoy the moment.
Somehow I missed it. Not the sunset, but the magic. Unless you count the sun, bouncing and twirling a funny little dance, just before disappearing like a bright pink marble. Could it be mocking the spectators?
It must have been a trick of the eye cos no-one commented on this amusing little show. And no, I hadn't drunk that much either.
Driving back to the camp in the after-glow of sunset, the desert picked up colour, the harsh, grey-green plants reflecting soft pastels, a suprisingly delicate touch, the sand shimmering mysteriously, warm and golden.
It didn't last, but for a moment I saw the hidden beauty of the desert.
Maybe that was the sun's cryptic message: look for the magic when I'm gone.
And so it was, after all, an unforgettable, magical moment.
You can walk around it, but you can't venture in. Now that would have made all the difference, I mean, sometimes just looking is not enough.
We were there to watch the sunset, carrying our beers and wines, (ok, mine was whisky) to fully enjoy the moment.
Somehow I missed it. Not the sunset, but the magic. Unless you count the sun, bouncing and twirling a funny little dance, just before disappearing like a bright pink marble. Could it be mocking the spectators?
It must have been a trick of the eye cos no-one commented on this amusing little show. And no, I hadn't drunk that much either.
Driving back to the camp in the after-glow of sunset, the desert picked up colour, the harsh, grey-green plants reflecting soft pastels, a suprisingly delicate touch, the sand shimmering mysteriously, warm and golden.
It didn't last, but for a moment I saw the hidden beauty of the desert.
Maybe that was the sun's cryptic message: look for the magic when I'm gone.
And so it was, after all, an unforgettable, magical moment.


