The heavens are telling the glory of God,
and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours forth speech,
and night to night declares knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words;
their voice is not heard;
yet their voice goes out through all the earth
and their words to the end of the world.
Psalm 19:1–4

Ever since I learned there was a one-day Canadian rail trip to a place called Agawa Canyon, I’ve wanted to go. My time was limited that year, but I kept it in mind for a future trip. This year, I asked my sister if she’d like to go with me, so we made our way from our homes in Minnesota and Wisconsin, to Michigan, and across the border into Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada.

Following days of bus and boat tours, we were finally on the Agawa Train. Not long after we left Sault Ste. Marie, we entered a wonderland of lakes and trees bursting with autumn color—from the deep blues of sky and water to bouquets of reds and oranges. Vibrant scenes if  varying shades, set against the backdrop of the canyon walls. It was a magnificent sight, one that pictures simply cannot do justice to.

We were awed by the mingling of kaleidoscopic trees and lakes, with mist rising from their waters—a reminder of the work of our Creator and the beauty intrinsic to our world.

After leaving my sister at her house on our last day of vacation, a rich golden-orange harvest moon followed me home.  Declaring once more the glory and wonder of God’s good gift of creation.