It's not like I was expecting any; I just had lofty expectations.
On the 9th day I went to the airport in the dark, and woke up to the most incredible sunrise over Cincinnati.
I can't even begin to describe the depth of the colors and the way the light sparkled.
Just a few hours later, our pilot declared that we must all look out our windows right now. It was a funny moment--never have I heard a pilot insist we observe the whole descent into the Salt Lake Valley, but we did and I would have watched for hours.
I decided right then that if I had to pick a favorite day out of 31, that would be it.
And it wasn't even 10 am.