For our grandparents' 50th anniversary, our whole family gathered in Nevada to celebrate. We spent several days eating well (and too much), enjoying the sights and sounds of the big city, and just enjoying each other's company. One day, my father decided that he wanted to take a drive to see the sights of the desert landscape. Several of us went with him, including Cousin Dayna. We kept driving and driving into the desert, but weren't really seeing anything (probably because it was the desert). After an hour and a half, the crowded drive was getting a bit contentious, especially because we hadn't seen many other cars or roadside stops for a while. Finally we saw one of those "Next Gas 60 Miles" signs, but our gas meter was getting down there. Everyone was very frustrated, so we pulled over and got out of the car to discuss what to do next. Shortly after we did, a huge rainbow appeared in the sky, and it was very beautiful. We all admired it and made the very rational decision to turn around and head back. The ride back was much better, and we all talked about the rainbow.