The wonders of the Grand Canyon cannot be adequately represented in symbols of speech, nor by speech itself.

Speechless at the sight. Red, beige, and brown streaks across the canyon walls with a river somewhere below. We traveled out from Las Vegas early Monday morning eagerly awaiting our first glimpse of the Grand Canyon. The deserts of Nevada waved goodbye as we entered Arizona’s dry lands. The area around the Grand Canyon is green with trees – a sight I didn’t expect.

We dashed towards the South Rim like kids in the candy store. I cannot imagine what the first person thought when they glimpsed this awe inspiring sight - that vast chasm with vivid colors painted across. We traversed the Rim Trail and stopped at various overlooks.

We could not tear our eyes away from the grandiose vision for a moment. One often wonders what the average person thinks of the canyon in modern America, and the most perplexing utterance came from a gentleman who said, “We drove all this way for a hole in the ground!” Indeed, but not any hole in the ground.

After our communion with the canyon, we jetted towards our campsite in the park. We noticed cars stopping at the entrance – two elks lazily lying in the grass grazing. A wondrous night spent under the stars with thoughts of the glorious canyon in our heads. Off to Arches National Park in the morning.