Most astonishing of all: Michael standing at the edge of the canyon. I took this picture and I still don't believe it.

It takes a lot of courage to walk, much less stand, at the edge of a mile-deep hole in the ground, with a sense of balance that's perpetually out of wack and long history--thanks to his gait--of tripping over things. It's like walking a gang plank after three stiff martinis, with your shoe laces tied together. If it were me, I'd have stayed in the car until we left.