2 November 2012
3 November 2012
We eat Buffalo chicken wraps from Whole Foods in bed for breakfast - thank gosh we bought them along, as the hotel doesn't serve breakfast, and we're not too keen on returning to the restaurant from last night. It was the Twin Rocks Cafe, and isn't even worth mentioning.
Driving out of the Desert Rose, I feel like we've been transported to Mars. The earth is gained a rust red, saturated a burnt hue. Great rocks rise out of the ground, mountains looming closer and closer.
This area used to be under an ocean, and looking around it's plain to see evidence of this. The rocks look like they've been caressed by water - flattened, moulded, eroded. High up, on the top of the mountains, they're smoothed, gently sloped. I can imagine the waves lapping up against the shore, millennia ago, our car just a speck on the bottom of this vast sea.
And now? Now the earth is starved, dehydrated, drenched is rocky, rifted sand.
We cross out of Utah, and into Arizona. The landscape changes again, the sand now a dark dirty brown. There is nothing here.
We finally rise into those far-off mountains. We're moving up and up and up. The vegetation thickens. We drive through the gate into the Grand Canyon National Park. I'm chatting away, while Husband drives. The trees are now tall enough and thick enough, but suddenly there's a gap -
I manage to interrupt myself with my own exclamation. I've just caught my first glimpse of it. This is one very grand canyon.
[Map from Google Maps]