The Grand Canyon

We had a great trip to the Grand Canyon. When we left Phoenix, it was a little cloudy and kind of chilly by Phoenix standards. I had been talking up Flagstaff to Denise for months, telling her how it's so quaint and how my Dad and I had fallen in love with it the first time we went there. I told her about how we wanted to move there and live in the little town surrounded by snow capped mountains and have nice, peaceful lives there. By the time we reached Flagstaff, the fog and freezing rain hid those beautiful mountains and Denise had to just take my word for how nice it is there. We stopped for lunch anyway and went to a little shop where a secretly negative woman told us that on days like that one, clouds roll into the Grand Canyon and you can't see anything. It made us wonder if we should continue the journey. We kept driving anyway knowing our other option was to stay in Flagstaff in the freezing rain. Hours and lots of fog later, we arrived at the entrance not sure what to do. The neutral woman at the gate said that visibility comes and goes and there's no way to say for sure. Because we had driven all that way, we took the $25 entrance fee risk and entered the park. When we arrived at the rim and got our first look at the Canyon, we both literally started to cry. It was so beautiful and wonderful. Strips of clouds had settled amongst the peaks of the canyon giving it a depth that I couldn't have imagined. It was a very special day and we had almost missed it. We were extremely happy and felt very lucky to be there to see such a sight. Even when standing in the same spot, the view changed because of the clouds moving in and the sun briefly peaking through.





Here's where the clouds started to roll in:











Just a little sun








Over the edge