The Rainbow Bridge
Who would have thought that there is actually something called the Rainbow Bridge? For those of you like me who have never (before last week) been to Lake Powell, you're probably thinking, "What is this? Some sort of clever method of tying in the rainbow baby idea to a vacation blog post?" The answer is most certainly, not really. Ha! There is actually a natural rock bridge that resides peacefully nestled in an isolated canyon at the base of Navajo Mountain. We had the fortune of approaching this beautiful National Monument by boat through what could aptly be described as a natural Venice. The waterways formed a grid of twists and turns that provided a stunning pathway to the trailhead which featured enormous caverns and towering rock formations. This water canal system eventually led to a dock that is tethered to the start point of the hiking trail that leads to the Rainbow Bridge. The hike was a half mile or so. Despite the heat, it was an easy jaunt (even with a 3 year old), as the trail is well groomed and only consists of a mild incline. As you round the final turn, the Rainbow Bridge reveals itself. It is absolutely beautiful. It's awesome size and shape are truly a sight to behold. It was a task to keep my brain from connecting seemingly unrelated parallels to this ancient geological phenomenon, and the TTC journey we currently are on now. I couldn't help but think about how many centuries this bridge took to develop and become the "rainbow" that it is today. The trials, tribulations, and sometimes brutal conditions which took place in order for this sandstone and rock structure to exist, felt completely applicable to the road we have traveled and continue to navigate now on the path to rainbow baby number 2. Silly as it sounds, this natural national monument meant a little more to my wife and I than we let on. If we were ever to have a wish upon a star moment, this was it. Can you imagine the absurdity? Two people in their late 30’s at a proverbial get pregnant wishing well... I’ll tell you, I’m don’t care how childish it sounds. I’d attempt to catch a unicorn if I thought it would help. Every striation and elaborate line of color on these rock walls represented a period of time that was full of struggle and development. Somehow in this, we found comfort and could relate. It was almost a heart to heart moment with an inanimate object. It was an experience that I can't truly articulate in words. The awe inspiring bridge was incredible in and of itself, but the symbolic and heartfelt meaning it had to Kim and I was equally important. If anyone who reads this has an opportunity to go to Lake Powell and the Rainbow Bridge National Monument, I highly recommend it.