A moonbow. I couldn’t believe it. I was staring at an actual moonbow! I stood awestruck in the rain and moonlight, halfway between my Jeep and my tent beneath the lava cliffs, a mute witness to the pale, ghostly arc of light that shimmered in the darkness at the foot of White Mountain. At my back, a half-moon shone through a break in the stormclouds, its light refracted by the raindrops falling above my head, creating the exceptionally rare image I saw hovering before me… an albino rainbow. All too soon, though, the drizzle diminished to nothing, and the moonbow dissolved away like a mirage.