September, 2002: my first drive across the US. My sister and I went to Europe for a couple of weeks, then drove from Washington, DC, to Fresno, California. We crossed the Deep South and dodged a hurricane. In the last stretch of the two-week drive, we stopped at Grand Canyon in Arizona for two nights. The mornings and nights were chilly at that elevation, and early October meant the low season, so the crowds were small. We got up early to watch the sunrise, twice. We did little walks down the canyon, but didn’t go far.
The Grand Canyon is in the northwestern corner of Arizona.
Sunrise over Grand Canyon
It was a hazy day. We learned from the Visitor Center that the westerly brought smog from Los Angeles to Grand Canyon from time to time. Today was one of those days. Thanks, Angelenos.
Standing at the precipice along the South Rim
The Abyss
The Canyon changed color as the day went by. The setting sun gave everything an orange glow, despite the bluish haze.
The next day, we got up early again to watch the sunrise at a different spot.
Being at the top of the canyon, there is not much with which to frame the sunrise. These couple of dead trees would have to do.
The haze from the day before was still hanging around.
The Grand Canyon is in the northwestern corner of Arizona.
Sunrise over Grand Canyon
It was a hazy day. We learned from the Visitor Center that the westerly brought smog from Los Angeles to Grand Canyon from time to time. Today was one of those days. Thanks, Angelenos.
Standing at the precipice along the South Rim
The Abyss
The Canyon changed color as the day went by. The setting sun gave everything an orange glow, despite the bluish haze.
The next day, we got up early again to watch the sunrise at a different spot.
Being at the top of the canyon, there is not much with which to frame the sunrise. These couple of dead trees would have to do.
The haze from the day before was still hanging around.
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