Many years ago, on a working trip to Las Vegas, I found myself with a day off and a rental car. So I drove myself to the Grand Canyon. It was late January and cold and rainy on the road. When I finally arrived, paid the entrance fee and drove to the overlook… I saw nothing but the top of the clouds about 50 to 100 feet below the rim. As far as the eye could see was nothing but white below and overcast above… My one and only trip to the Grand Canyon would seem to have been a total bust…

But, for one thing… I stopped at a gift shop and came upon a cd which I bought. It has since become one of my favorite soundtracks for sitting in nature.