Here's Atime Each Evening When 92-Year-old Katie Lee stares out her window in Jerome, Arizona, and is transported into the past. It's 1954, and the 35-year-old Lee is on one of her early trips down the Colorado River, in the heart of southern Utah's scenic Glen Canyon. Her reverie takes her back to the amber light that filtered through the trees in the main canyon and dozens of smaller side canyons. She recalls the majestic red rocks: rocks that are now completely submerged beneath the cold, glassy surface of Lake Powell, the reservoir that resulted from the damming of the river at Glen Canyon in the mid-1960s. Strangely, Lee says, she never dreams of the river. "And I finally figured out why: it's on my mind all day anyway." She's sitting
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