GRAND CANYON NORTH RIM

Traveling east and south from Utah back into Arizona brought back a lot of fond memories.  But unlike the summertime, the roadway was adorned on both sides by golden aspens in all their fall glory.  Everywhere lime green, indian yellow and some vermillion in various shades of turning before dropping leaves for the winter.  There were pockets where they had set a colony, invading spaces where pines had died and filling the gaps with their gorgeous colour.  Or just a single speciment - and when the wind blew lightly they shimmered in the sunlight.

There are few words to describe the sight of the Grand Canyon.  I sat and looked out at the path the Colorado river had taken for millions of years and the destruction it had caused on the land turning what was a flat plateau, into this impressive vista of valleys and cliffs.  And it was so close to me that it was like an illusion;  almost two dimensional but you could feel its presence in the wind on your face as it came up from the valley floor.  And although I was not alone, it was silent!  A wonderous place to have been.