Powell Point Memorial.
At the end of Powell Point.
Named for a guy named Powell.
Who says my posts aren’t educational?
Well…okay.
But they do have pretty pictures.
Walking out to the end of Powell Point was a frigid experience….
The wind was frigid, snapping my hair into my face like a whip. It felt like it was 4 below.
And I could no longer feel my nose.
Whew.
Red… but still there.
I scurried around, taking pictures.
Thinking, yeah… if it was 50 degrees warmer I’d sit a spell.
But the husband was happily climbing around.
Exploring every last square inch.
And that’s the thing about the Grand Canyon….
There are lots of inches to discover.
Including this fuzzy elk butt that was pointing at the car window when I got in.
Damn.
I love nature.
River's world..... 
Beautiful photos of a different looking AZ than I’ve come to expect to see. The muted colors in the terrain sooth my soul. And the elk butt photo is a nice touch, too. Obvs.
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As I might have mentioned… a few hundred times… the colors are amazing. Every damn day.
And elk butt. Well, it’s hard to top that.
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At least the 2 of you are trained professionals due to living in Maine.
Imagine if this Florida transplant had visited Powell Point on the same frigid day . . . my eyes might have frozen open! 😯
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It was a bit brisk with the wind.
Even for Mainers!
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In that kind of bitter breezes, a fluffy butt is a necessity, not a luxury … I think I would have tried to fluff mine up too … Ol’ Powell had some brass to descend down to the river where there was no trails … I went down the Bright Angel trail both afoot and on a mule. Mule is the only way to go … it was a loooooong schlep back up the canyon …
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No mule transport available when we were there I’m afraid… they must be fair weather beasts.
As for Powell, yes. More brass than I’d ever have!
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“Damn.
I love nature” But you, obviously, don’t like to eat–3 days in the Grand Canyon and you haven’t eaten yet!!!
By the way 27 States (not sure if Arizona and/or Maine are included) have declared Elks as off limits as they have some sort of disease that is contagious!! So don’t have Elk meatballs!!
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I told you, the Grand Canyon was only one day. It’s just taking longer to blog it!
And no worries, elk meatballs are not on the menu..
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Who was/is Powell? Educate me….And enough with the elk arses.
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What am I… a professor?Enlarge and read the bio on the third picture like everyone else. And please…. one can never have enough fluffy elk butt.
😉
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Blimey, enlarge the picture, hey? And I suppose I have to read it myself too? This blogging lark is hard work sometimes…😉
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Hard work is it’s own reward. Or isn’t worth the bother… tough call in this case.
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Never saw one elk while we were there…bummer..
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They were everywhere on our trip… it was great.
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Powell, eh? I noticed that besides the Elk, y’all are the only ones out there! It must have been cold. And fluffy. Mona
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Well, you can’t say we’re not dedicated tourists.
And yes, it was freakin’ frigid!
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