I got to the park entrance and got my map from the ranger. I instantly got a feeling inside me that made me wish I was back at Yellowstone or the Redwoods. So it's a good thing I got a year pass to all the parks, because I'll be making a few more visits to help cure the heartache of missing the wild animals at Yellowstone and the smell of the Redwoods.
I drove for what seemed an eternity to the South Rim. But once I saw all the cars lining the sides of the streets and parking lots, I knew that I had finally made it to the Grand Canyon. I parked as quickly as I could but I didn't take into account how much walking (or climbing) there would be and strutted off without grabbing my tennis shoes.
The first sight of the canyon I saw was led by stairs out to a section of rock that had railings all around it. Not so scary. I could handle that. Even though I had to take my time walking to the edge to look out and down. I'm glad that this was the first look I got, because from then on there were no more rails to hold on to.
I walked the path, along the edge of the canyon. I was amazed at how large it was and more so how much it didn't even look real. The canyon actually looked like a backdrop. It looked fake. That is, until you looked down over the edge. That wasn't so fake.
I started down the path stopping to take in the view and find places to set up my camera for self-timer pictures. But it seemed like everywhere you stopped to look, other people were there too. I took pictures for people and then they took some for me. The funny thing is, I liked a lot of my self-timer pictures more than the ones other people took.
I hung my legs over the edge one time, for a picture. This rock stuck out over the canyon and I didn't even look down to see what was underneath me. I just slowly sat down, put my hands behind myself to hold on as best I could...then jumped up and away from edge the second my picture had been taken. Don't ask me how I was able to do that. I just know that I had to have a lot of adrenaline zipping through my body at the time, in order to NOT freak out when my feet were dangling. Standing next to the edge was nothing, after that. And I have a lot of pictures of myself standing at the edge.
I stayed to gawk at the canyon for about an hour and a half. And really, that was plenty of time to spend walking next to the edge for me. Pretty much everywhere I stopped to take a picture looked the same. So besides being in awe at the massive size of the canyon, I had seen enough.
Another life goal was crossed off my list.
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