i remember the kolb studio perched precariously at the edge. my head was fuzzy from the lack of sleep and the damn heat, the vultures were circling the huge gaping hole in front of us. We were still limping from the hike and over the railing we peered.
The sun rose to its peak and seemed to hang there, as the grey-black stones and red walls shimmered. People, like ants, began to trickle up the switchbacks as they tried to make their way up the great big wall. We spied the long trail that took us winding up to this southern rim and it seemed so bleak. back then a half day ago we were down there struggling and stumbling in the dark.
The kolb studio offers some respite from the heat but not much. at least we are sheltered.

It makes you feel so pale that all you would ask is more time, but even that is not allowed and you come back home with meagre memories. Then you build upon those meagre memories and sometimes you happen to delude yourself. The kolb studio happened to be eaten up by the xanterrans if i remember correctly. or was i deluded again.