One of those “is it going to pour?” moments. Lots of thunder and quick moving clouds had us worried a fast storm could suddenly come barreling through the canyon. And even if it didn’t hit us directly, there’s always the risk of a flash flood coming out from one of the smaller side canyons as water from the rim heads downwards.
We stopped at the Little Colorado River in the morning of the third day. I was quite amazed by what I saw. The water was a beautiful light blue like the volcanic pools in Iceland and small travertine terraces had built up like the ones I had seen in New Zealand. A geologists playground. Of course, they were all too busy wearing their life vests as diapers as they floated through the small rapids, which I must admit was rather fun to do.
As I had missed the hike the first evening of the trip, I was determined to make the second one. You’ll notice on the right, just in the rock, there’s a group of people sitting along the ledge of an old Anasazi granary where they would store their crops. It’s only 700 feet above the river in the vertical Canyon wall. And we complain about driving around the corner to the supermarket.
Just to give you an idea of the scale of it all. We weren’t even at the deepest point in the canyon yet. Several thousand feet in a couple hundred millions years. Time and pressure, that’s all it takes.
Meet Barry. He’s a Desert Spiny Lizard if I can google correctly. He kept me company in the evening after our first day on the river in the Grand Canyon. I had attempted to do the evening hike, alas the heat had gotten the better of me so I didn’t make it too far before I felt like I was going to be sick. I took a seat and rested for a bit on a rock. After a few minutes, all manner of lizards starting scurrying about eating the ants in the sand. Barry let me get some shots of him. Cute little fella.
There’s something about being in a room where dozens of photographers are all doing the same thing. They come in, walk up to the styles they like, take a number of photos, circle the room, and off to the next brand. I thought it was all a bit ridiculous really. So this is me doing my own thing.
Just out of the corner of my eye did I spot this old boat sitting at the end of a driveway. It brings up a sense of sadness, seeing the hull of the boat dried out and cracking, longing to be back out on the water.
Meet the photographer. Don’t let the ruggedness fool you, I clean up rather nicely. My father and I made a short hike up a glacier. Probably not the smartest thing since we had no guide or proper gear, but we’re crazy like that.