I drove out to Jump-up Point on Aug. 17-18, 1987 during the Harmonic Convergence. It was at a time when the Aztec calendar cycle of 52 years was supposed to end. Anyway, I was living in Page, AZ and met an old woman there who told me that the Grand Canyon was supposed to slam shut on the 17th. I went to Jump-up Point to witness the event. (It didn't slam shut!). While I was driving my car along the road leading out to the rim, I almost drove into the Canyon. Somebody had removed the barrior on the road. I set up a lean-to and rolled out my sleeping bag underneath. After a supper of coffee and beans I turned in. I awoke in the middle of the night to the noise of beating wings. An owl or a night hawk mistook my face for a rabbit or something and realized its mistake at the last second! Yow! I covered my face and slept fitfully the rest of the night. Intesting place, but next time I won't go out there alone.