We are walking in the scorching sun to see a wonder of nature. The sun is melting my brain. Every few hundred metres we stop and pour water on our heads from the remainder of a stream trickling nearby. The water evaporates with the remains of my brain. Only 5 km more and we will see the canyon. This is what the returning tourists say. A moment of doubt and then a resolution. We walk. If they were able to get there and back, so can we. After 500 meters there’s something. A crack in the rocks with water under our feet and no sky. Shade. And the cool. The sun can’t reach us. What a relief. Dozens of tourists hiding in the canyon must have felt the same. We struggle between the rocks and through a cloudy stream to see the hanging rock. The big boulder, like a symbol, hangs above us. Either the rock is blocking the narrowing walls of the canyon, or the walls of the canyon have caught the falling boulder. The effect is the same. The boulder hangs over our heads. Instead of the sky.