She had forgotten Glenn's tribute to this place.

In her rapturous excitement of preparation and travel the Canyon had been merely a name.

But now she saw it and she was stunned.
What a stupendous chasm, gorgeous in sunset color on the heights, purpling into mystic shadows in the depths! There was a wonderful brightness of all the millions of red and yellow and gray surfaces still exposed to the sun.

Carley did not feel a thrill, because feeling seemed inhibited.

She looked and looked, yet was reluctant to keep on looking.
She possessed no image in mind with which to compare this grand and mystic spectacle.