USA Roadtrip Part III: De Grand Canyon, dodelijke diva
It is one of the seven nature wonders of the world, and with an average number of eleven deaths a year a rough dive. Those two facts combined obviously peak my morbid interest. It is more beautiful than any postcard you can imagine, and so surreal that your eyes can’t register. Words fall short to describe the Grand Canyon.
I was eleven when I first visited the phenomenon, although by then I was more obsessed with the ground squirrels that happily skipped around. The disposable camera I got for my trip basically only had pictures of ground squirrels on it. Ah well… What I DID remember however, was the vastness and the majesty of the canyon, and I couldn’t wait to show it to Mister. Him being a naturelover I knew he’d appreciate the beauty of it.
It was the end of the afternoon when we first where graced with a sight of the badass babe. We crisscrossed our way out of a woody area, to a dramatic view of a valley and the impressing red rocks on our left side. About an hour before that we’d left Zion and I just couldn’t imagine that this would be the Grand Canyon. We still had another four or five hours of driving ahead of us. When it was still right beside us after another two hours of driving I finally sighed and gave in: this WAS the Grand Canyon, and man it’s big.
Once the sun had set, and it was pitch black, we drove into the nature park, over twisty roads and with alternating patches of threes and open space. On my right side I occasionally would spot a big black emptiness, and I knew that was were the canyon was. A jerk on the steering wheel and we’d be there as well.
The next day we got to meet the diva in person. The first time you see the Grand Canyon (again) is indescribable. The intensity of the colors, the depth difference, the sheer magnitude of it all.. it’s powerful. It grips you. I constantly had to squeeze my arm to know I was really there. And that my eyes were actually seeing the Grand Canyon, and not a picture of it. After a while, it almost became… normal.
Ofcourse we took plenty of images. Me with my camera, and Mister with his videocamera. And there was posing involved. On a rock. Above the canyon. With jerking winds around us. And fear of heights. A little bit later I heard this year seven people had died in the canyon, amongst them people who slipped and plunged to their death. I regretted my picture. Don’t try this at home, kids. You don’t want your flashy new profile picture to be the last one you ever took.
We saw the canyon from every direction: east and west. I ran after deer to photograph them (definitely not the right way to do it, but hey, I’m a child). I jumped for joy when I saw the vintage train carriage in a village near the canyon. A moment of pure bliss was ours when we cuddled up together to watch the once in your lifetime sunset. At the Grand Canyon. Let’s all take a moment and consider how romantic that is.
When we drove off I knew: one day I will return again. The drama of the canyon will never bore me, I’m sure. And after I left I can only smile at the nature wonder, toying with life and death. It will never cease to fascinate people from all over the world, being drawn to the canyon like a moth to a flame.
Ps. It’s my little sisters birthday today! So besides the question of the day: have you seen the seven wonders of the world?, you can wish her a lovely 20th birthday in the comment-section! Congratulations! I love you, baby sis!