“Beauty is the harvest of presence.” That’s how poet David Whyte defines it. In his book, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words, he writes, “BEAUTY is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing or hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us; the eyes, the ears or the imagination suddenly become a bridge between the here and the there, between then and now, between the inside and the outside; beauty is the conversation between what we think is happening in the world and what is just about to occur far inside us.” This moment at Slick Rock resulted in a bountiful harvest.