I hiked out to the rim well after midnight, when the bright core of the Milky Way finally clears the far canyon wall, and stitched this from a set of eight frames so the whole arch and the background would fit in one picture. That glow on the horizon is some town turning in for the night; down in the basalt it was just me, the river, and the same sky showing up twice. Late spring is the only stretch when the galaxy arcs low like that, so you go when it is offered and try not to grumble about the hour... or the miles walked to get there and back.