( continues...) no idea. I was struck by the obvious age. The wear and tear that carved the canyon and all the nooks and crannies over millennia. And also the feeling that a supreme being had a hand in creating this inspiring place. That is not a common feeling for me but it was impossible to ignore.
By this time any worry I had about the helicopter was forgotten. I was completely awe struck. Once we were a few minutes away from the canyon, it disappeared from view. How is that possible. We hadn't gone that far.
I live in the foothills below the Rockies and I marvel at their majesty on a daily basis and yet, the canyon was exponentially different.
As we got back to our car I asked CJ if he wanted to spend more time or if we should head home since it would be hard to beat the ride and view we had just experienced. We ended up driving along the East Rim road which have us multiple glimpses of the canyon, multiple chances to be filled with awe again, and multiple chances to say goodbye.
Mmm, that salad sounds delish, Laura. I had a salad with pecans and blue cheese for lunch, and strawberries for breakfast, so, close!
That sounds like an amazing experience, SuziQ!
We are stopped for dinner so I showed the above to CJ. He wants me to add that he got closer to the edge than I did. He was just concerned about his clumsy mom.
They don't let you take any personal items on the skywalk but I would have loved to have gotten a picture of CJ laying face down on the glass, flipping out over the view.
The typos...
I'm so glad you're having such a great experience, Suzi!
Aw, Suzi, that's amazing.
I was at the Grand Canyon briefly in my trip across the US in the 90s. I'd love to go back to that area.
That made me smile so much, Suzi!
Suzie, that sounds awesome.
I am posting from the spa at the Claremont Hotel, which is a ridiculously posh 19th century hotel, a great white palace on the hill above Berkeley. Got a 90 minute massage, sat in the hot tub with a view of the bay, and now I'm lounging until I'm dry enough to change and go home to my pedestrian life where nobody gives me a fresh warm robe when I get out of the shower...
I don't often think of the Grand Canyon, but you have represented it beautifully, Suzi.
Consuela, do you want a stranger standing in your bathroom? Maybe they were warming the robe by sitting on it? Or wearing it?
Well, hey, its's ita! Lovely to see you again!
And I am not the only person to wear nightgowns out! HA! The one I wore out most often is pretty damned threadbare now, so it's demoted to around the house wear, and fast-food runs.