Nothing inspires nor overwhelms one more than the natural forces on display in the southwest of the United States.

Yet, when the brothers arrive at the Grand Canyon, they find its depths hidden behind a conundrum of fog. It pours through the canyon like a river five miles wide and two miles deep, replete with eddies and churning rapids. The swirling mass evokes the vagaries of fate that led the brothers to this day, this canyon, at this time, when nothing of the famed beauty and majesty can even be glimpsed through the whiteness.

Ah, well. It’s onward through Arizona, New Mexico, a brief stop in southern Utah at Monument Valley (otherworldly), and on to Colorado.