photography and words by cheri sabraw
Being in the company of Beauty is best savored with someone special or alone.
Feasting your eyes upon the wonder of Nature and absorbing the sounds associated with it are almost impossible to partake these days, unless you arise early before the masses finish their waffles.
The last time I visited the Grand Canyon occurred seven years ago on a snowy January day, a shivery-stark-white-day, so frigid at 7000 feet elevation that only brave souls made the trip up from Flagstaff. I felt I had been anointed! What had I done (or not done) to flatter the Travel Gods so that I might experience such a magnificent moment in silence?
On the South Rim that day, standing in the shadow of the historic El Tovar Hotel, we counted maybe 10 people. How special is this? I remember thinking.
Seven years older since our last journey to the rim of one of the most spectacular natural wonders eyes might ever see in one lifetime, we returned.
Although more people were in the park, we managed to find some quiet ledges to once again gaze out over the billions of years of the handiwork of wind, water, fire, and pressure.