Hiking down the South rim of the Grand Canyon can have its perils…
This made my mother nervous.
But it’s a good shot.
The Grand Canyon; if you have seen one picture you have seen a million, but there is nothing like standing on the edge of that vast precipice, watching light plummet to the bedrock exposed below, that can never be captured second hand.
It’s like peering into a waterless ocean. Hiking to the bottom we pass pillars of crumpling red stone. As the sun rises and spreads across the valleys I felt completely timeless. Like anyone that has looked into nature and witnessed the unspeakable awe that begets our existence.
People often say they feel small in the Grand Canyon.
I felt massive. As big as the thing itself.