Since the blog and photos are working perfectly, I decided to keep posting about the Arizona trip. The first two photos are still from Sedona.
Next up are photos from the Grand Canyon. We approached from the "other" side — not where people usually arrive. From Flagstaff on the 89, then onto the 64, i.e., from the east.
The road quality is perfect. This is probably due to the lack of precipitation and freezing temperatures.
The first little canyon we saw. It seems shallow, but it's definitely a few hundred meters deep. Over there on the left, under the canopies, Native Americans are selling trinkets. Everything they have is beautiful, but it stayed in the lost suitcase, now forever. So nobody will be getting any gifts, except for the ones I've already handed out. The saleswoman's name, by the way, was Rosella Freeman.
This, as you can easily guess, is the official sign at the entrance
Well then, ready to see the Canyon? Take a look, why don't you.
If this impressed you, I'm jealous. We, on the other hand, weren't very impressed. It's not bad, of course, but we were expecting a great and grandiose wonder of the world, and got just a long rock instead.
If the photo above didn't cut it for you, here's another one. A bit better, but it still leaves you wanting more.
The river at the bottom is the Colorado. It's the one that carved out the Canyon, spending a mere 10 million years to do so. In geological terms, that's nothing. Tourists float down the river in the Canyon on rafts (I think it's called rafting).
