It is as though the landscapes can sense the imaginary divide between the states, because from New Mexico to Arizona, the rounded, patchy mountains grew tall into bold, red-rock formations. The scenery was clearly different, and oh, how beautiful it was. If those landscapes were any indication of what was to come, then we’d be in for a treat.
It’s quite difficult, however, to know what to expect when visiting the Grand Canyon. It is a very grand canyon – so grand, in fact, that my photographs failed to capture an ounce of its expanse. It doesn’t even look real! The Grand Canyon is one giant, painted backdrop to anyone who stands with their backs to the edge for a picture. Your side of the canyon looks fairly real and contrasted, tangible, even, but anything beyond a reasonable distance adopts this pinkish -purpleish hue. You lose any sense of depth looking out into this never-ending valley of layers of rock. My eyes began to do weird things at one point – almost like a camera trying to find its focus.
The canyon goes on indefinitely, and two hours is not enough time to explore its every nook and look out from every edge. But if you have two hours, it certainly beats not visiting the canyon at all. Avoid the crowds at the fenced-in areas and explore the less-populated corners of the canyon – unless you have kids, of course! Hiking is not essential to visiting the park, though that would be an adventure worth taking and a great way to see the canyon from all angles. I wonder what the view is like from the bottom, or from a point at which the two sides of the canyon turn into a giant V, or at sunrise and after the sunset. Whatever the case, all views are good views – it is the Grand Canyon.