The sightseer may be aware that something is wrong. He maysimply be bored; or he may be conscious of the difficulty: that thegreat thing yawning at his feet somehow eludes him. The harder helooks at it, the less he can see.
Funny how a natural wonder, in some mental image sense, is only as beautiful and marvelous as society accumulates it to be. postcards, paintings, articles, etc set a general expectation, turning a visit to see said natural wonder into a visit purely just to visit, and our thoughts at the sight of it are inseparable from another person's description of it's beauty. Like a blind ritual of a sort, something we people just do to do it. To go and see and have some life changing, awe-inspiring moment because we simply must. And then imagine it's a rainy day and the sight of whatever natural wonder is ruined. Maybe we'd want to be disappointed. Maybe we wouldn't allow ourslves to be.