fleeting vapor

State Route 98 West over the Kaibito Plateau brings you into Page Arizona. By the time I had arrived it was approaching golden hour, so I turned onto State Route 89 North to Wahweap Overlook, peering hundreds of miles northeast over Wahweap Bay and Antelope Island.

The airscape was a mix of muted lavenders merging with ochres of the soil. Swiveling west showcased an onset of mild oranges peeling through the strata.

Heading back to Page on 89 South, I crossed the Glenn Canyon Dam Bridge, which is tied to impressive architectural history:

At the time of its completion in 1959, the Glen Canyon Dam bridge was the highest arch bridge in the world and the second highest bridge of any type. Crossing the Colorado River about 12 miles (20 km) east of Grand Canyon National Park, the bridge was a necessary component in the construction of the massive Glen Canyon Dam, a concrete gravity arch structure that is just as large as the much more famous Hoover Dam near Las Vegas.

An unusual cloud formation had gathered above the span, having an appearance of fiery blossoms in the sky. The wind was gusty, pushing the phenomenon out of view as mysteriously as it appeared. My favorite slices of time are the fleeting ones. When something exists as vapor, witnessing it is that more special.