I did wonder, as I stood out alone at 5:30 in the morning, taking a picture of this unique sign, if I was being all that smart. Or, more likely, being outsmarted…..Off to hike down to the canyon. Last post till Tuesday night (if I have the strength….)
Colorado River – August, 2012 (N. Rakha) The first time I was in the Grand Canyon was 1996. I was on an 18-day private rafting trip, and this is the main thing I remember: I did not want to leave—ever. In most stories that include a guru or two, one… Read More
More photos from this walk at The Quiet Snow is falling at the Grand Canyon right now, and it is—quiet. A cushioned cloister of snow-soft sounds. A feather-world of silent flakes. A hush, a whisper, a kiss. And I think, I love snow. I love its padded footsteps, a cat… Read More
If silence is an island then this morning at sunrise my island was invaded by two car loads of tourists. Looking west at Pima Point I had driven out to Pima Point, about seven miles west of Grand Canyon Village. The place was empty. The entire road there—empty. Heaven, I… Read More
This is what I have to say. The Ponderosa Pines that sit on the North Rim of the Canyon about ten miles away from where I am on the South Rim—they look like stubble on man’s chin. That’s how big the Grand Canyon is. And the El Tovar Lodge, built… Read More
Before bed each night I have been cuddling up with a book called Over the Edge: Death in the Grand Canyon by Michael P. Ghiglieri and Thomas M. Myers. What I have learned is that the majority of deaths in the Grand Canyon occur because of a single thing. People… Read More