The Grand Canyon
I wanted my first trip to the Grand Canyon to be special and I couldn’t think of a better way to make it special than to see the sunrise. I had no idea of what to expect from the Grand Canyon other than it was a giant hole in the Earth. What I saw was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Sunrise v. Sunset
This is a personal argument for a lot of people but for me I prefer sunrise. There is something about the sun fighting through the darkness and emptiness of the night. I see sunrise as full of hope and opportunity. The gentle rays of light slowly building to the full illumination of the day are like a ball rolling down a hill and growing momentum. The sunrise always fills my body and soul with energy.
Sunset on the other hand has always been more reflective. The tasks of the day coming to end and the sun wanting to get one final look before laying down for the night. The sun always seems tired to me at the end of its workday as it slowly dips below the horizon. They are both beautiful though so whichever you prefer I suggest you experience it at the Grand Canyon.
The Magic of Light
Getting to the Grand Canyon while it was still dark was interesting. I could see a mild outline of the contours of the rocks but with very little detail.
The massive rock and spaces where rock once lived began to take shape with each passing moment. Slowly revealing its shapes like a movie in slow motion. The sky began to glow with warmth and show the yellow’s, pinks and purples like smoke rising above a warm campfire. Yet the canyon still preferred the comfort of the cold, dark shadows.
With each passing moment the light gave up more and more of the secrets held in the shadows. The walls of the worlds largest hole in the ground began to take shape and it was nothing like I thought. I thought the Grand Canyon would be similar to Horseshoe Bend but instead it’s mass just kept stretching along with the light.
Right as the sun started to break the horizon the true breadth of the canyon began to take shape in front of me. The realization of how big it actually is was enough to take my breath away. The slow reveal with the flood of sunlight washing away the curtain of shadow made this view even more astonishing.
House of the Rising Sun
When the sun finally made its way above the last barrier into the morning sky, the canyon was bathed in the cool blue light of the morning. It was almost like the rocks themselves were stretching to meet the new found rays of warmth. The canyon floor and walls were a cross between golden painted stone that had been kissed by these morning rays and the dark, velvet shadows of the rocks holding on to the night for one last moment of rest.
Power and Humility
This was one of the most special moments of my life. Watching the true power of all aspects of nature at work. The canyon cut by the persistent stream of water. The tree’s clinging to the sides of the cliffs in a constant challenge to gravity and physics. Seeing the sun rise over something so grand that was completely carved by nature was humbling for me personally. But there were hundreds of people gathered around the observation areas and you could still hear a pin drop and birds chirp. A few small conversations were taking place but most people were just staring, like me, in silent contemplation and appreciation of what yesterday created and the hope of what today might bring.
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