The Grand Canyon

In the summer of 2013 I visited the Grand Canyon for the first time, and frankly fell in love with the place. I’ve always loved the mountains, and something about this inverted mountain appealed to me in a way I cannot describe. I decided I wanted to experience the place from a different point of view, from within the canyon. It took a few months, but I originally planned to make my two night backpacking trip in early June of this year. That didn’t work out, and I ended up rescheduling the trip for early November. A few weeks ago I made the flight out to Arizona to take my new trip. A couple of nights along the rim followed by a couple of days camping inside the canyon.

It was awesome. And I mean that in the original sense of the word, an experience that truly inspired a sense of awe and wonder in me. It wasn’t an easy trip. The weather was chilly at night, but overall I couldn’t have asked for better weather in November. The hike was long and my pack was heavy at times. Still I wouldn’t trade the experience to avoid the nicks, blisters, and sore muscles I had upon returning to the rim after the climb out from Indian Garden campground my last day there. My favorite photo of the trip comes from that last day, taken on the Bright Angel Trail just above the three mile rest house looking back down the canyon toward the campground and Plateau Point beyond. A bit of a last look back on my way out and just a stunningly beautiful, if chilly, morning.

 Grand Canyon Bright Angel Trail

The day before while coming up to Indian Garden campground I also found a rather nice spot of trees around the creek. This spot is actually down in the fracture that you can see beyond the campground in the photo above.

Grand Canyon Trees on Bright Angel Trail

I’m still working through the many photos taken during the trip. The results were worth carrying the weight of the camera gear on my back for those days. A last one for now looking out from Ooh Ahh Point early in my journey down into the canyon. More to come, both from the Canyon, a trip to northern Arizona, and some slot canyon. Oh yea, also a few wonderful models i had the change to work with while in Phoenix this trip.

Grand Canyon Ooh Ahh Point

Sunset at the Grand Canyon

I’d had seeing the Grand Canyon on my todo list for a long time and I really made it the center of my trip out west back in June.  I took a number of photos, but found myself oddly having a lot of trouble editing them.  Right after coming back I simply felt none of the photos really captured what I’d seen.  In some ways I think part of the grandness here is something you only see in person.  The sheer scale doesn’t come across in a photo or anything other than reality.  Still with a little time I got better at working some of the images.

This photo is probably my favorite.  It’s a panorama shot taken right at sunset from the North Rim looking back south to the South Rim and beyond.  I believe the mountains visible in the distance beyond the other rim are the San Francisco Peaks toward Flagstaff, Arizona.  For those who wonder why so many Americans are bad at geography consider the San Francisco Peaks are in Arizona while the city is in California.  The photo were taken from Bright Angel Point about the same time as the sunset photo I posted while flying home.  A better edit of that photo will be coming soon.

The colors of the night sky were just amazing as and after sunset.  The peace, even with probably another dozen people enjoying the views, also stands out.  What I remember most though was the wind.  Here and later at the lodge while waiting for dinner the wind gusted over 40mph quite often.  I was standing on a point out into the canyon for these photos and the wind coming up out of the canyon was an interesting experience.  It cooled so much after dark that I actually went back and changed from my shorts into jeans between taking these photos and dinner at the lodge.  In my little cabin that night though it felt rather cozy and relaxing lying there listening to the wind gusting outside while warm under a couple blankets.  At the same time I knew that I would be in Las Vegas in less than twenty-four hours with a temperature over 100 degrees.

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