We made our way down the cliff onto a plateau in the Grand Canyon that offered us solitude from the masses. It was the 22nd of September 2010. Autumn was beginning, and on this night appeared the first full moon the canyon had seen during an equinox in nearly twenty years. The moon-rise in the east coupled with the sunset in the west created a twilight summer-autumn glow seen by everyone in the Northern hemisphere that evening. I’d be damned, if that wasn’t the most glorious of places to witness such an event! It’s a moment that has stayed with me. There in the fading light, PJ belted out love songs on his trumpet, serenading the canyon, while Jason and I continued our hunt for brachiopod fossils until sleep finally overtook us.