Grand Canyon: The Glory of Mother Nature

We woke up this morning to a sky filled with large puffy rain clouds, not exactly the type of scene that I would typically wish to see on a vacation but we were not going to change our plans just for a bit of rain. Instead we donned our ski jackets, which were both warm (it was 50 degrees today) and waterproof, made sure we had extra trash bags to cover our camera equipment and we were off on our hike of the rim of the canyon.

After only 20 minutes of walking the rain started to fall and the crowd of people cluttering our view started to scatter. We soon came to realize that there were only a few brave people like ourselves who were willing to stay out in the rain. Ten minutes later it started to hail and sleet and we were left virtually alone. Mr. Rogue and I were comfortably warm and dry in our gear so we continued on despite the weather because not only did we enjoy the view mostly to ourselves we enjoyed watching how mother nature released its power on the canyon. Very rarely do you find yourself in situations where you are not on your way somewhere or you don’t want to get your clothes wet, but camping I don’t really care about any of that and we played like children not caring that we were getting completely wet.

We captured the roiling clouds charging up and the deluge of rain falling from miles away. The only way I could describe it is pure unadulterated awe. Awe because I love the rain and get to see very little of it living in LALA and awe that we got to see it fall in one of the most beautiful places in the world.





Mr. Rogue even got a shot of the hail falling against the path we were taking. It always surprises me what I am willing to do when I am camping, I sleep on the ground without complaint (for the most part), I am not as picky about the food I eat, I walk constantly, I am not worried about how I look or makeup or clothes, basically I sink into another less maintenance me.



The weather was wonderfully exhilarating but the real magic was when the storm broke. With the sun peeking out from behind the clouds the canyon because a wonderland of shadow and light, we were in absolute silence. I felt like the luckiest person in the world to have the life I have, the love I have and just when I didn’t think it could get any better a rainbow appeared.







After walking for three hours we made it to the Grand Canyon village where we scored a table in a nice restaurant right by the big fire. Toasty and warm I lost my damn mind and ordered way too much to eat accompanied by two glasses of wine. Now normally this would not be such a big issue except that we had to walk the three hours back to our campsite. After five minutes of walking I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and sleep off my food baby but I managed to somehow ignore my roiling stomach and trudge on. It helped that the weather had turned into such a lovely afternoon and that my husband was suffering as much if not more than I was. Lesson learned don’t eat too much when you don’t have a close place to take a comfy nap nearby and misery is best shared.



But OHHHH looking back at this sandwich, it was orgasmic after camp food for five days. It was so worth every agonizing step!!!!