the Grand Canyon

We had my brother, Andrew, for the whole weekend. Our big plan: go to the Grand Canyon for the weekend (something that Andrew and I had not seen before). We drove up Saturday morning/afternoon. The drive took longer since we stopped at beautiful rest areas. As we drove north we watched the temperature drop from the mid 80s to the low 50s. By the time we arrived we had turned on the heat in the car and pulled out our sweatshirts, it was going to be a cold one.

The first sight of the Grand Canyon was spectacular. It really made you stop in awe. There were so many depths and layers, the sun added to it by lighting some rocks brilliantly and hiding others in shadow. As we walked along the edge of the rim it really looked unreal, like a beautiful painting. We watched the colors go from vibrant hues to dim purple at sunset and then went to make camp for the night. The park showed the forecast for the weekend, high of 52 and low of 20. Even so, we were excited to camp. We bought cheddarwursts and smores and had a fire. It reminded me of how my brothers and I would routinely have fires at night in the summertime.

Peter and I were surprisingly toasty all night. And never needed to make a run for the car to blast the heat and warm up. When we woke up though it took a couple minutes to find Andrew, he was in the heated bathroom warming his hands with the dryer.