The Grand Canyon is . . . grand.
And then rattle off more glowingly descriptive and never adequate adjectives.
While heading for Colorado and a family gathering, we stayed in Flagstaff, Arizona for several days and couldnâ€™t resist an opportunity to visit the nearby park. My wife Jeanie had never seen the breathtaking â€œhole in the ground.â€ I had visited the Grand Canyon twice, once as a kid, and once in my mid-twenties while in seminary.
Flagstaff, a boisterous burg in Arizonaâ€™s northern half, is an easy drive to the parkâ€™s entrance. Though limited by time, my cranky knees, and a dog in the backseat (pets arenâ€™t allowed on the canyonâ€™s below-the-rim trails), we at least wanted to buy an overpriced T-shirt and to make sure Jeanie witnessed one of the natural wonders of the world.
And yet she wanted more.Continue reading →