I’ve been on vacation in Sedona since last Saturday, but I’ve yet to catch more than a fleeting glimpse of the sun: Although the sunrises have been glorious, each day has gotten soggier as the hours have worn on.

Today was different. I awoke to rain and thick fog.

I decided to skip my usual morning walk and dive back into bed. At first I was content to curl up with my reading. But by late afternoon I had a rabid case of cabin fever.

Esteban coaxed me into the car for a drive. We took a left onto Hwy. 179, toward no particular destination. Just as aimlessly, I asked him to pull into a scenic wayside.

Only moments later, the storm blew over and a rainbow appeared.

Those little silhouettes are me, turning slowly to shoot a composite of 11 frames. And the vast landscape that surrounds me is Sedona — my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.