I landed in Arizona late in the afternoon, but as soon as I’d checked into my motel room and purchased a few supplies at the local WalMart, I headed for the Canyon. It didn’t matter to me that it would be getting dark. In retrospect, I’m entirely glad I went when I did — not that driving through unknown country in the dark was fun, but my first view of the Grand Canyon was a twilight view. There’s something about the dawn and dusk — their fleetingness — that makes them especially beautiful.
I visited the Canyon three more times that week, at one time watching the sunrise with a few dozen similarly crazy souls, and have arranged some shots to represent a day spent at the canyon.
Shortly after six a.m, on a cold and windy April morning
On an old mining trail, a young couple stands transfixed by the scenery.
From the observation room of the Desert View Tower, about 26 miles from the visitor’s center
These and the other “DAY” shots are taken from a helicopter.
Of course I looked down. How could I not?
These were taken the same day I arrived in Arizona.
This guy either had nerve or brown underwear, because the wind was blowing at ~30 MPH.
I spent that first evening at the Canyon walking along the rim, soaking in the view and shivering a little in the cold. I hadn’t anticipated the wind, and so left my jacket in my car. The clouds rolling in — there was rain along the north rim — meant that I couldn’t see the stars come out, so I decided to leave while I had enough light to find my car.
I hope to visit the Canyon again one day, to hike into the interior and spend a night there — but I’d want to have company!