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Looking up, over a sandstone hill, at the bright sun behind the clouds.
The Chains at Lake Powell, by .

The engine drones on and on for hours, modulating rhythmically each time the hull lifts over a wave. Blue-green water and red canyon walls in all directions, as far as the eye can see. Warm wind blows—a cold splash of water invigorates and refreshes.

When the day is done—the bow of the boat beached upon the sand: watch the sun play peekaboo behind the clouds; listen to the water clap gently against the boat. Until rest settles in and a sublime calm washes over.