Because there’s more to see in the Grand Canyon than just rocks…
There are elk.
We were driving down the road, and there they were.
Happily munching away.
And not paying us a bit of attention.
So close I could have reached out and touched one.
But they tend to frown on that…
So I just happily took pictures.
Sometimes of myself.
Elk are impressive, if somewhat goofy creatures.
Though hard to take seriously when they have that giant target on their butts.
Roads and fences don’t stand in their way…
So neither did we.
But come on….
Those big fluffy butts are really begging for a pat.
I could have happily spent all day watching them…
But there were more rocks up ahead.
Do you ever have those silly arguments with your significant other? (You know the ones… they’re always wrong, but don’t want to admit it.)
When we left Mather’s Point at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon I wanted to turn right and explore various points on the rim trail. He wanted to turn left and drive 20 miles to the watchtower, then 20 miles back to explore the rest and then repeat the first 20 miles because we’d be exiting that way. This made no sense, but he did it anyway because he was driving.
A mile or so down the road?
Even the weather knew I was right.
We turned around.
If you’ve never been to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon (Go! What are you waiting for?) it’s set up something like this – long main road with lots of pullouts for scenic views. Some are large with parking lots, monuments and information placards… some just small vacant outcrops.
We hit them all…. and the husband was like a kid in a candy store.
The experience makes you feel small, insignificant.
And that’s not always a bad thing…
At Maricopa Point we read some history…
Climbed a lot of stairs.
Admired the view.
Not bad at all…
Read some more history…
And I answered…
When the husband asked if I wanted to go down and join those hikers on the trail.
See those little specks?
Hell, with his habit of always wanting to go the wrong way?
We’d never find our way back out.
While winter may not possess the gentle pastels of spring, the bright greens of summer or the glorious burning of autumn….
It does have it’s own unique color.
These pictures were taken out my winter windows.
And to me……
They’re just as beautiful as any blooming garden.
Of course I say that from inside the nice warm house….
Not braving the elements like this little guy.
Right hand cold…
Left hand cold…
To hell with this…
Both hands cold.