Because it’s not always about rocks.

(I have no idea what that means, but I’m running out of rock memes)

As we started to drive out of the Grand Canyon National Park…

We passed a mule deer.

And then a whole herd.

They’re sweet little things.

Much smaller than what we have here in Maine….

Did you know there’s a village inside the park?

Complete with lodges…

And cottages…

That need carpet cleaners?

I didn’t. It never occurred to me that there would be anything other than natural, pristine wilderness.

But there was a train station…

And studios, an amphitheater and a market.

There were also some pretty impressive icicles.

Told you it was cold!

Having been dutifully warned of the traffic…

We turned on Desert View Drive, where we didn’t view any desert….

But did run into frozen fog….

Which, when it sticks to the trees and bushes?

Is almost magical.