After our visit to Austin we flew to Arizona to see my mother. During our time there Maurice and I made a trip up to Northern Arizona and over into New Mexico. Our first stop was at the Grand Canyon which Maurice says is one of the most beautiful places in the world. He’s been there many times and hiked down to the bottom a few times as well something I’ve never done.
When we arrived it was very cold, windy and there was no view of the canyon due to low clouds. About thirty minutes before sunset the sun came out and I rushed out to get some photos.
There was almost a rainbow.
I liked the architecture there done in the early 1900’s after the train finally arrived there with tourists coming to see the Grand Canyon.
This sculpture is called the Bright Angel in the rustic lodge of the same name. The name comes from the first explorer of the Colorado River running through the Grand Canyon who after going through a section he named the Dirty Devil was pleased to find the clear waters he called Bright Angel.
This is the beginning of the Bright Angel trail. We didn’t go down very far as it was icy.
A ledge I liked.
A photo of a poster showing mules descending into the canyon-probably the only way I would ever do it.