When I was little, and, as likely, when you were little, I was told, when I saw a rainbow, that at its ends there'd be a pot of gold.
Why? Where does the story come from?
Myth and legend has it that back in the olden, golden days, fairies buried their treasure at the end of rainbows. In Ireland, it was said leprechauns protected pots of gold in the same spot - guarded it from looting Vikings .
And it worked; they were good those little leprechauns, clutch as they might, the Vikings never found the gold, never caught up with it.
You rarely see a rainbow as perfect, as intact, as whole, as the one we did today.
Which just goes to show: some fables are for real. Sand Island was (almost) at the end of this afternoon's rainbow: a treasure indeed.
Come see for yourselves.