Doh!

After spending a few days in the Superstition Mountains we made our way North to Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon.  Little did we know that the canyon was completely fogged in! You could not see three feet in front of you. It was rather hilarious with tourists from all over the world walking around looking confused. The entire canyon was filled to the brim and overflowing with fog. It felt more like the Oregon Coast than the desert.

We went inside the Visitor Center to talk to the Ranger who could not guesstimate when the fog would lift. I asked him “how many people —” and he quickly interrupted me and said “five, five people fall in the Grand Canyon each year out of 5 million.” I wonder how many times he gets asked that question?! He said they were mostly young men between the ages of 18 and 35, then we brainstormed reasons why that could be. I think I know why:)

He recommended that if we took 64 East out of the park we may be able to catch a glimpse of the side of the canyon and he was right. All along the side of the road you could see tour vans pulled over and people running towards the canyon. There was great enthusiasm and camaraderie between everyone now that the canyon was finally out. People were smiling big and even if they did not know the words they were offering to take photos for you.