Today, Canyon Dave, the dogs and I, along with about sixty-five thousand* other sonsabitches went to the Grand Canyon.
We didn’t intend to visit the canyon on this trip, we started out to explore Bill Williams Mountain but found the road closed, so we switched gears and headed north about 65 miles to the South Rim of the canyon. Because we had the dogs, we couldn’t really do much exploring, but we did manage Mather’s Point. Between people trying to pet the dogs, or shove their way in front at the overlook, it wasn’t easy to get pictures, but I managed a few.
It’s been over 50 years since I’ve seen the canyon up close. It’s a very impressive hole in the ground. That first step up to the rail and look down in made me gasp in awe.
Then a bus tourist stepped on my toe and broke the spell.
Summer is a terrible time to try to see any of the national parks, and next year we’ll plan specific trips around tourist season, and we’ll kennel the dogs so we can explore off the beaten path a little.
Still, I’m glad I had that short moment of awe this morning.
On to Las Vegas tomorrow.
*sixty-five thousand sonsabitches is an exaggeration of course but it sure felt like that to me. 😉