I was Speechless...Enough Said

The ride from Nevada to the Grand Canyon was long but beautiful. From Nevada you go into Arizona, then into Southern Utah and then into Arizona again. Along the way I went through a few Canyons and I thought these were GRAND so I knew I was in store for something mind blowing I just wasn’t sure exactly what it was. I passed the Ship Rock and took some pictures. That always amazes me, in the middle of nowhere mother nature gives us a treat. She must have a sense of humor putting a ship that size in the Desert, because it isn’t going anywhere. A half hour to the Canyon I stopped in Jacob Lake. There was a diner there that I was told had some of the best pie around. The guy who gave me directions told me he basis his trips around great pie and suggested it was a must taste occasion. I’m not much of a pie guy, but this stuff was really good. I had mine Alamode. By the time I arrived at the Canyon the sun was setting. I made it to the trail and walked out to view the Grand Canyon and I was honestly taken aback. Robert Doisneau said:

“There are days when simply seeing feels like happiness itself…you feel so rich, the elation almost excessive and you want to share it.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. Standing there everything so peaceful, so calming it seemed like the trees, birds, and other people all around were silent as to not ruin the moment. The Sun finally set behind the Canyon and I just sat there in awe. I’ve seen some awesome things have met great people but that was overwhelming. It even overshadowed the time I spent up on Mount Washington. I was disappointed that I had to leave but ahead of me was a six hour ride to Tempe, AZ where a friend of mine Ashley lives.

I got on the bike and it seems as soon as the sun left the warmth packed its bags and left too. After passing hundreds of deer on the way back I came to Jacob Lake again and picked up something to eat and a pair of gloves. I warmed up a little but I was happy as I dropped elevation and things got much warmer. It’s wild how much difference a few hundred to a thousand less feet is. At some point in life I would like to take that ride again in a car on a bike it doesn’t matter, but I can say with no doubt or sight for that matter that it’s beautiful. I couldn’t see it but I had this feeling that my surroundings were a sight for sore eyes. I guess the next time I’m out there I’ll have to make sure I see it during the day.

I finally made it into Tempe and saw Ashley someone I worked with while I was up at Oneonta. She’s attending Med school in AZ and is doing well. We talked for a while caught up quickly, but it was 2am and decided we both could use some sleep. So I kicked her off my couch and got a good night’s sleep.

One Mile at a Time.