Once our lunches and camera bags had been searched (it turned out that my turkey sandwich was not a security risk), we boarded the bus that would carry us to the base of the Glen Canyon dam. In darkness, we rode through the two mile long access tunnel that had been bored through rock and reinforced with concrete. Every so often, a ventilation hole would spill in light from the river side illuminating streaming water that dripped a little too freely (in my opinion) through the tunnel’s porous rock. Those glimpses of shimmering moisture sparked a sincere gratitude in me that text messaging and MP3 players were not yet around to distract the engineers and excavators who completed the excavation back in the late 1950s.
Because somehow… two miles in darkness extends just a little longer than two miles in daylight.
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Updated from July 10, 2010.
