The Grand Canyon

So I'm in Arizona (again) visiting my grandmother and my uncles (again) but this time without the horde of family members that descended upon them the last time we came to visit. This time, it's just me. When I arrived, my uncle asked me if I'd ever been to the Grand Canyon. My answer: technically, yes. I was, however, only nine months old at the time.

So on Saturday, my uncle, my grandmother and I drove a circuitous route from Prescott, AZ, through Sedona (very cool little resort town that I missed on my last trip due to my little nephew and the lovely stomach flu he gave me) up to Grand Canyon National Park. Mostly, it's a beautiful drive, but the last 45 minutes or so are rather dull. As you're driving along this plateau, the route is really quite flat. Except for the signs reminding you of it, you would have no indication that you're actually at a sustained altitude of six or seven thousand feet high. It's feels sort of like driving across a rolling (and very arid) prairie.

And then you get to the park, and damn. Would you look at that, there's a huge freaking hole in the ground! The surrounding landscape gives you no indication that it's even possible that there would be such an enormous chasm, but there it is. Color me impressed. Way to go, Colorado River.

But next time I go, I'll be sure to bring a Winnebago so I'll fit in with the rest of the crowds.