Grand somehow seems like an understatement. Can you really assign an adjective to what we experienced? This is one of those times where the English language just seems insufficient for my needs. Same goes for my camera. The whole time we hiked around the Grand Canyon, I kept hoping that the pictures I snapped could in some way capture the raw beauty that was before my eyes, but I know when I look back on them later, every single one will fall short.
We all were a little worried (as were our parents) about the weather and road conditions, but we must be significantly blessed because the skies cleared and the roads melted so we were able to effortlessly make our way up to the canyon. Although the ice in the canyon prevented us from hiking too far down, we were still able to venture a short ways down the Bright Angel Trail and then along the South Rim trail. We found ourselves frequently stopping every few minutes just to stand in awe of the view before us. How can you not worship when something so indescribably beautiful is before your eyes? God is the ultimate artist.
After walking a trail telling us all about the ages of the different rock layers, we rushed quickly to our car so we could drive to Mojave Point where we were able to watch the sunset over the canyon. To our right we could see the colors of the canyon change in the receding light while a slight turn to the left left our view of the sinking sun obscured. It was so windy that we were chilled to the bone petty quickly, but sometimes you can overcome the cold in these moments.
Leaving the canyon and driving back down to civilization was sobering. We just didn’t want to leave. Understandable I guess… BUT, thanks to the overwhelming kindness of Megan’s mom via a gift card, we decided to drown our sadness of leaving the Grand Canyon by gorging ourselves on Chilis. I have never felt so full. I’m fairly certain all of our stomach’s had shrunk on our diet of clementines, PB&Js and turkey sandwiches. Grand Canyon, grand food, grand friends. Great day.