There’s no place like home.
The mountains, ocean, greenery, and most of all the delicious gentle air that caresses your entire being. Oh, we’ve traveled far and enjoyed so many wonderful people, places and things. But none can compare for us, to our little home tenderly embraced by the Pacific. It’s almost impossible to believe that we woke in Flagstaff and made the short flight to the Grand Canyon this morning.
Because I didn’t have the narrow main canyon corridor programmed in any of the three GPS units I use, I didn’t want to chance navigating it using only the paper chart. By entering the Southeast corner of the restricted area at 10,500 feet, I would be above the minimum 10,000 all the way to the western exit near the airport. But the air was especially turbulent over the canyon, making it challenging to hold altitude and all but impossible to find the landmarks to visually navigate the exit corridor. I haven’t looked at all the distant views we snapped of the main canyon yet, but the corner we did fly over was still remarkable as you can see here.
There was haze both from distant fires and the humid air from surrounding rain squalls, so it’s likely the photos won’t begin to match how our eyes took in this vista. Since it’s only a few hours from home, chances are good that we’ll go back and try again sometime soon. In coming days I’ll share more pix as we review them all. For now, it’s delicious to be Here. Comfy in our home with our familiar stuff, and tonight a deep sleep in a cozy bed with nothing that interferes with sleeping until we wake refreshed from dreams of our Islander Adventure.