Valentine's Day is fast approaching, and love is in the air. My favorite Grand Canyon lovebird story happened last year as I was leading a family from Philadelphia to remote Shoshone Point as a Grand Canyon Field Institute instructor.
On the dusty road through the forest, just short ofthe South Rim, we encountered a flustered bride and groom on Harleys with a preacher and photographer close behind in their SUV. The couple from Wisconsin were on the rim and just about to exchange vows when the preacher remembered that they needed one more witness (besides the photographer) to make it legal.
Their choice was to drive miles back to Grand Canyon Village and recruit one, or convince us to suspend our hike and conduct the ceremony right there onthe road. My clients were game, so the ceremony began in earnest before the dust from the bikes even settled. Seconds into the preacher's words I noticed that the mother and daughter of the family in my charge were watery-eyed. "Is it the dust?" I whispered. "No," said the sobbing mother. "We always cry at weddings."
Everyone had a good laugh. The newlyweds were delighted by the serendipity, and I have heard since that they all keep in touch.
L' Amore!
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