Saturday, January 5, 2008
It doesn't matter when you leave the Grand Canyon, you always feel like you shouldn't. Well, at least in some sense. Being on the edge of something so much bigger than life and so much bigger than you envelopes you in its purity. The weight of fear I felt when I looked over the rail-less canyon into a 2000 foot drop of rock and ice matches the sweetness I sensed while taking in the magnitude of its beauty. Quick videos of it would fail. Words are blasphemy. Stories of "how good" can't do it justice. It must be experienced.
Here are my feeble offerings so that you might see a spark of glory and get the heck out there and experience it yourself. Who would've thunk a ginormous hole in the ground could be so amazing.