We drove to the south rim in the middle of the night to catch the sunrise over the canyon. We took a disco nap in the car, and woke up to windows frozen from the inside. The cold was nothing, though; as the golden light swirled with the blue abyss of the ten mile divide, we sat on the edge silently crying at the enormity and boundless beauty of nature.
We rolled into Joshua Tree just before dusk. We’d been driving since 5AM, and the timing made it more than worth it. The sky turned rose quartz and then deep indigo. We sat, barefoot, on the huge cream-colored rocks between yucca trees to watch the show.