I had been to the Grand Canyon in 1983 and I really did not have much of a desire to go back. However, my wife and I had asked our son where he wanted to go on vacation and this was his choice. Since he had never seen it I was happy to give him the opportunity. The trip was amazing.
We arrived early in the morning and I am grateful that we did. Enjoying the view with a few hundred people as opposed to a few thousand was a blessing. A young boy started to run around and make noise and his sister (about 10 years old) said to him, “Shhhh.” It was then that I realized we were enjoying a sacred moment. Even a young child was able to grasp that there was something special in this experience. Adults were talking to one another in hushed tones. We were not in church, but we were encountering the sacred in this view of majestic splendor.
Enjoy the pictures over the next few days. I am unable to convey the feeling of being there, but I nonetheless want to give you a glimpse of the handiwork of Almighty God.