Our original trip to the Grand Canyon was cancelled the day before, due to the 100% chance of precipitation. But Ade wouldn’t have any of that, and we managed to book another trip which said they would go, rain or shine.
And so we woke up the next day just as the sun was beginning to rise:
Scenery en route to the Grand Canyon, a.k.a. Arizona’s Famous Crack In The Earth:
We had vouchers for entrance to the Grand Canyon Skywalk and for lunch at the ranch.
And my favourite part of visiting the Grand Canyon:
I was afraid of them. They were gigantic horses. And the horse I molested, eyed me like it was smarter than it seemed to be letting on. But I’ve always loved my shaggy-maned, generously-endowed, hooved beasts, so.
The people at the ranch let us take photographs sitting upon a placid, short horse for free. We had to sign a liability form first though. I noticed that the horse’s right eye was cast in a film of white, and I wondered aloud if it had cataracts. Do horses get cataracts? Apparently they do.
And then we headed out of the canyon and onto the Hoover Dam. But first, a stopover:
Photos without the watermark were taken by Ade.