"Hey, Did You Happen to See the Most Beautiful Girl...."

In 2003, Tommy, Lisa and I went to the Grand Canyon on vacation.  The trip was beautiful, almost beyond description.  We drove up, over and around the Rockies, drove through deserts and spent time on the Navajo Indian Reservation. Everywhere we turned the land was in competition with itself. It would have been hard to pick a winner. Each place was beautiful and could stand on its own. If you happen to be a rock hound like I am, then paradise was everywhere.


To arrive at the Grand Canyon we traveled through the The Dine Bikeyah, or the Navajo Nation. It is larger than 10 of our 50 states. When you enter Dine Bikeyah, you have entered a nation within a nation.

                      
It was on this reservation that we saw the most beautiful young woman any of us had ever seen. 

It was late in the afternoon, we were hot and tired and trying to decide where we were going to spend the night.

We pulled into a service station and souvenir shop, to get gas and stretch our legs and  check out the postcards. The parking lot had about 30 vehicles.  All makes and models of cars and trucks, mostly filled with people waiting for someone in the trading post to finish their business and come out so they could leave. 


Tommy and I were standing outside our vehicle, stretching and enjoying an ice cold soda. Lisa was still inside, waiting in line.  The door opened and out strolled the most beautiful woman any of us had ever seen.


She took two steps and paused for a second, all eyes in the parking lot were on her.  I know, because I gave the parking lot a fast scan to see if she was impacting other people like she was us. Undeniably she was. 


She continued her stroll, oblivious to the rest of us. She was about 5 foot 9 inches tall, lean maybe 125 pounds at the maximum. No more than 20 years old.


Her hair was silky black and reached her waist.  She wore old faded blue jeans, a red tank top and cowboy boots. Her left wrist was encased in a turquoise bracelet. Nothing fancy to take away from her natural beauty. It was the perfect outfit.  She was in the process of drinking a Mt.Dew, but carried it like an after thought, loosely and with a slight swing to her arm.


She had a perfectly chiseled face, bronze skin and black Oriental eyes. As she reached her truck, while opening the door, she flashed the parking lot a beautiful white smile.  Ahhhh, the lady knows her affect on people. Good for her.  She cranked the truck and was gone.


Tommy and I turned to each other and said at the same time, "She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen".  I think probably everyone in the parking lot said the same thing.  As Lisa came out the door, her first question to us, "Did you see that beautiful Indian girl?  She just left the post."

In unison, we said we did.  Then it hit me----I didn't get a picture of her!!  I am the "Camera Queen". Good shots seldom get by me. However, I missed that once in a lifetime photo shot.

Eleven years, after those few minutes in a dusty parking lot, she is still the person we use for a beauty gauge. If we see someone who is amazing looking, one of us will say, "yes he or she is beautiful but can't compare to the Navajo woman in Arizona." 


Beauty is very fleeting.  Eleven years makes a big difference in people. I am sure she looks different today.  However for us, she is frozen in time. She will never age, never die and will always be "the most beautiful girl in the world" to us.