I was conversing with an old friend a day ago and was reminded of my trip with Liz all over Arizona. I remember this particular morning well. It was chilly and quickly reminding us that the last couple of nights of freezing in the Grand Canyon were kinda insane.
I was panicked and urgent about getting to the 'gorge' in time so that the light would be just right. We had to walk about a half mile or so to get out to it, and we were so exhausted at this point in our trip, that we really didn't want to get up. Turned out that my thinking was 'not so smart' because when I got to the gorge, I was very disappointed in what I saw.
I'll show you I guess..it's kinda embarassing, but oh well.
A big polish shadow right across it. Great!What I never see in all the previous pics though is that the ledge to point in this direction is a big sheet of slate slanted upwards at about 30 degrees. This means you have to walk up it and kinda peer over it with the tripod to get everything you can in frame. I am not very comfortable, ok I'm really not comfortable with heights and this whole thing kinda made my spine tingle anyway. So in a way, the shadow gave me an excuse not to risk myself trying to get the ledge out of the bottom of the frame.
It was a quick decision to go back to town and get some breakfast. My feet were so sore at this point from all the hiking we had done in the Grand Canyon. I wimped it up and went to dirty WalMart to get new socks and odor eaters. Those HiTec boots were not so good in retrospect. Definitely not good with heat insulation either.
Page, AZ is breathtaking in its views though. If I could go back there now, I would love to find a trail that overlooks Lake Powell and run on it for as long as I could. That might be one time I would actually consider listening to Steve Roach on an ipod.
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