Layered bands of red rock that look like an ancient sculpted village left my mind swimming in awe after our trip to the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona. Who would think that after my visit well over a decade, the memories from that day are as spiritually charged now as it was on the day we visited.
Riding to get through the desert plain
watching heaps of sagebrush rolling along with the wind
traveling to see one of the spectacular marvels of the world
arriving at the vast South Rim of the Grand Canyon.
An awe-inspiring vista of one of the natural wonders of the world
great gorge of the mighty Colorado River
multicolored rocks from geometric erosion
a geological sequence of trails
the sun’s glow casts contrasting hues
painting the great gorge
from subtropical to subarctic
from every compass rim to the basin
ancient pueblos line lower walls
the Havasupai’s, people of the blue-green water
still occupy the majestic region
captivating, enchanting, powerful
a breathtaking panorama leaving you speechless
from the peak of the mighty Grand Canyon.
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