North Rim of Grand Canyon
We woke up at 4:00am to get to the canyon’s edge for sunrise. It was pitch black save for some stars in the night sky. Luckily, there were a few other insane people heading to the canyon’s edge with cameras and tripods in tow. We followed them figuring they knew where was the best spot to shoot from. Of course, we eschewed the viewing station surrounded by a sturdy fence and headed closer to the edge of the black abyss. We found a nice rock outcropping in which to set up. We setup our tripods, mounted our cameras, and settled in for the beginning of sunrise. The minutes ticked by. Finally, the sky lightened just enough to see the makings of a canyon before us. As I readied for my first shot of the day, I heard a loud,” Good Morning!” from right behind me. If there was a roof, I would have jumped through it. This photographer had been just a few feet above me and right behind me all the time. I never saw him. Scared Breathless.
As the sky brightened I was able to better see our location. We were indeed perched on an outcropping. Looking over the edge it was at least 1000 feet down to a messy death. Doubly Scared Breathless.
Recovered from these heart pounding experiences, we finished up the shoot and headed back to the car. On the way back we came across a very large, Anaconda-looking, yellow and black snake crossing our path. Since I was now experienced in being scared, I volunteered to be scared of the snake. It really wasn’t hard. Triply Scared Breathless.
It wasn’t all fright for us. Some of the vistas of the canyon from the north side were spectacular. You could say they took our breath way. Fourthly Breathless.
Even the wildflowers were beautiful. With the elevation at or around 8800 feet above sea level, the wildflowers bloom in August (as apposed to March/April in Scottsdale). Everywhere we went, everywhere we looked, there were wildflowers. They took Kathryn’s breath away. I appreciated them at my own male level. Fifthly Breathless.
Being at 8800 feet may bring on the wildflowers in August. How they thrive is beyond me. There is no oxygen at 8800 feet. Just walking up a flight of stairs leaves me… Wait for it. Breathless!
I’m out of breath. No more talking. Blog is over.
Remember, it’s all about the light (gasp).