We made it to the Grand Canyon and had a little daylight left to look around. Morgane was mostly impressed with the snow. “I’m from Canada,” she shouted. “I’m used to playing with snow.” After half and hour, she had snow everywhere and had to go warm up in the van.
Ghis drove us to three different lookouts so we could see the canyon. The sun started to set, lighting up some of the mountains and casting others in shadows.
At the Grand Canyon, you can basically walk around the edges and admire the view. It’s hard, even when you’re there, to comprehend it. Only when you follow a cliff downwards with your eyes can you begin to imagine just how far down it is.
You can’t hike down into the canyon in the winter without ropes and crampons, but it must be amazing. The canyon was carved out by the Colorado River. The layers that we can see in the canyon reflect the history of the earth – each layer shows a different time.
When it got dark (and cold), we retired to The Grand Hotel for the night. We all agreed that it was too cold for camping.
Wonderful words and pictures! Sounds like you had a wonderful time. Hope you get a chance to come back again.
Wow I thought it would be hot and sunny. I didn’t think there was snow up there… It’s amazing.