July 10, 2019
Every time I’m here I noticed something different. The sky has different clouds, or none at all. The 50 Shades of Red radiating from the rocks change by the minute with the passing sun. The sound of the trees being lightly jostled as the storm moves in. Or, more likely, it is the feral pack of child creatures screaming into the Canyon hoping to wake the fucking dead before their parents discover they have broken free of their ice cream store tethers and are wildly running amuck along the south rim in a Walking Dead scene study. Grandma, their fearless guardian, is leaning against the ice cream shop window. Asleep.
So many of my guests ask if I get tired of visiting the same places every year. There are a few spots along this two-week 3,135 mile tour, but the Grand Canyon will never be one of them.