Well, I’ve finally looked briefly through all of the pix from our Grand Canyon encounter. Only these two came out fairly well, due to smoke from all the wildfires in the West and the fact I decided not to fly the narrow corridor over the main canyon. I like how the river stands out in this one.
This is from the South rim a few miles East of the lodge, looking toward the East where it joins the Little Colorado and bends up into Marble Canyon. Here’s a closer view from the same area looking more across the canyon.
As you can see by the cloud shadow changes, the wind was fairly strong so it was pretty bumpy. Makes it more challenging to get good pix, so I’m glad at least these two are pretty good. We got much better pix of the Little Colorado River Gorge (southeast of the main canyon), as you saw in yesterday’s post. Here are a few more I like from that earlier part of the flight.
The river’s very muddy here. The gorge is spectacular, but relatively few people see it.
The river turns to turquoise closer to where it joins the Colorado River at Marble Canyon.
Where the rivers join there’s a powerful feeling but this is the best pic I’ve found so far, of that meeting.
You can just make out the very end of the Little Colorado as she disappears into her much bigger sister and bends toward Bright Angel where we saw lights twinkling in the gathering darkness beyond Silver Bridge at the campground after hiking down Kaibab Trail on our first big trip together years ago. The next morning we dabbled our tired feet in these healing waters to rest for the daunting climb up past Indian Gardens back into Winter in the thin air at the lodge. It was sweet to remember that time as we soared on Tripp’s stout wings and surveyed it all again from a new perspective.