Do you ever have that one day on vacation? That one day you've been looking forward to more than the others? That one big day that ends up being the most frustrating day of the entire vacation?
I know, I know. It's the Grand Canyon. How could it be anything less than spectacular?
The day started well enough. We woke up early to get on the road so we could have as much time as possible there. We had seen signs and publicity everywhere for the skywalk at the west rim, only a couple of hours from Las Vegas.
The drive there took us through the usual desert flats, and fairly soon we started to see the expected mesas and mountains in the distance.
And the timing was perfect since I was starting to feel a little unwell. There was just one thing... this
Now I'm going to give you all the benefit of our experience so you don't make this same mistake.
When in Vegas, ignore ALL signs and promotion for the skywalk at the Grand Canyon. Don't do it. As it happens, this is nothing to do with the National Park. Instead it is on private reservation land and the minimum price to even go out to see part of the Canyon is along the lines of $80 per person, with no photos allowed.
By the time we arrived in Tusayan, at about 2.30, I was snappy, crabby, feeling mean as hell. Just show me the bloody canyon already!
|One of the many ravens native to the area.|
We were finally at the Grand Canyon by 3pm. And I was tired and frustrated.
To be fair, it is beautiful... despite my grumpiness. The layers of rich color seem to be constantly evolving with the changing light. Vistas stretched for miles, and sound carried just as far.
|Nic admires the view as the Colorado River runs below.|
Will I go back to the Grand Canyon?
Absolutely. I want to be able to enjoy it when I am in a better mood. More importantly, we'd both like to enjoy it without as many tourists and yelling children. (Is it bad that we both wouldn't have felt too much sadness if a particularly rowdy trio of kids, whom we'd already told off for defacing the rocks, had fallen? I know that probably makes us bad people but we've all been there.)
|At the furthest point of the bus route, Hermit's Rest offers some|
relief from the crowds.