She had come to see it at the critical time of her life and in the right mood.
The superficialities of the world shrunk to their proper insignificance.
Once she asked her aunt: "Why did not Glenn bring me here ?" As if this Canyon proved the nature of all things! But in the end Carley found that the rending strife of the transformation of her attitude toward life had insensibly ceased.

It had ceased during the long watching of this cataclysm of nature, this canyon of gold-banded black-fringed ramparts, and red-walled mountains which sloped down to be lost in purple depths.

That was final proof of the strength of nature to soothe, to clarify, to stabilize the tried and weary and upward-gazing soul.

Stronger than the recorded deeds of saints, stronger than the eloquence of the gifted uplifters of men, stronger than any words ever written, was the grand, brooding, sculptured aspect of nature.

And it must have been so because thousands of years before the age of saints or preachers--before the fret and symbol and figure were cut in stone--man must have watched with thought-developing sight the wonders of the earth, the monuments of time, the glooming of the dark-blue sea, the handiwork of God.
In May, Carley returned to Flagstaff to take up with earnest inspiration the labors of homebuilding in a primitive land.
It required two trucks to transport her baggage and purchases out to Deep Lake.