Memories of Nankoweap

On our last day on the river our guide, Ruth, asked us for the one memory we would take with us, to go back to in our minds when we needed to return to the peace and beauty of the Canyon. Those of us who had hiked to Nankoweap all chose it as our memory. The view from Nankoweap is beautiful. Photos don’t begin to capture its loveliness. The river looks like a thin emerald ribbon. Shadows bathe the nearby Canyon walls while those farther downstream strain upward to catch the last of the day’s sunshine. Sitting next to the granaries, looking down on the plateau, it was easy to imagine the Indian spirits still there, setting about the daily ritual of preparing the evening meal. There is a sense of timelessness from the top. I felt like a small speck in a larger continuum of time and place. There is a silence and peace not found in many other places. My mind drifts back to Nankoweap when the work day becomes too hectic and I again borrow a little peace from the Canyon.

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