John & Anne Wiley

As with every flight we’ve made there since discovering this marvel so close (by air) to the Grand Canyon, our views of Marble Canyon were among the most enchanting of this trip. After climbing out of the stifling Marble Canyon Airport toward Page (top-right), we followed the river on its cut through the high mesa where Lake Powell sits in the distance top-center.

6914 Toward KPGA

Though we didn’t know it then, that’s Horseshoe Bend at the lower-right. But more interesting to me at that moment was the sharper bend just up-river on the left. Also, that deep slot canyon between them.

6915 Bend & Slot

That’s it at the bottom-right edge, and the depth of it fascinated me as I pondered what it’s like when a heavy rain makes a temporary cascade into the river there. As we passed, the rock shapes and colors on the outside bank of this tight bend just captivated me.

6907 Outer Bank

Since we got only a glance and Anne saw almost nothing on my side, we decided to continue climbing in a wide turn back for a closer look.

6932 Boater’s Bend

It’s probably possible to make an arduous hike out to this point from the trail to Horseshoe Bend that ends atop the far bank off to the right of this pic. But I doubt many people do it, so most who’ve seen this magnificent spot do so from one of the boats we saw on the river. It was truly magical from our vantage point, where it’s even more impressive than its neighbor that attracts so many hikers. Though this flight from L41 to PGA was brief, there are more pix I’ll share…

Compared with flying across the Grand Canyon the next part of our trip was small, clear, quiet and hot. Smaller because Marble Canyon doesn’t loom nearly as tall above the river. It cuts a deep groove by normal standards, but it tops out at a wide mesa that’s far from the higher cliffs beyond. Still very impressive though.

6676 Up Marble Canyon

As you can see, the air is clearer. It also looks even more clear because we’re not required to fly so far above the top, so there’s less air between us and the view. The walls are sheer in many places, and quite beautiful.

6737 Shaded River

I like how it looks at this spot, with sand bar and cliffs accented by the cloud shadow and one lit cliff. I have many more pix of this interesting canyon, but to keep this shorter I’ll skip ahead to our stop for the night at the Marble Canyon Airport. That’s the paved runway beyond the dirt road to the foreground buildings left of the river on this side of the highway. Despite the bridge, we were told there’s no way down to the river. The hotel is just across the highway at the base of the first step up cliff left of the bridge.

6837 Quiet Airport L41

We circled while Zubair landed, then fought heat exhaustion to help each other roll our planes off the taxiway uphill to the tiedowns. We never saw or heard another plane while we were there, nor anyone at the airport. It was so baking hot here at a relatively low elevation that Anne and I decided to pause for a rest in the shade while Zubair and family checked into the hotel. Even under this shelter we sweltered, with only the faintest hint of a breeze even so close to the river.

6783  H O T !

Check in was at the store next to the gas station, and the rooms are beyond the right edge of the pic. We were talking about whether to change plans and pay the extra cost of a hotel in Page, when Zubair came to tell us they’d found the rooms unsuitable and were thinking the same thing. As you might imagine, it didn’t take us long to be back in the air! The moment we turned on the big fan at the front end of Tripp, our mood brightened and we relaxed. Zubair was intent on reaching Page asap, but in our much improved state we decided to detour and tour farther up the canyon on our way. Tripp lifted off, and with the windows open we were again able to enjoy the beauty of this place. Boats on the river below the bridge looked cool and colorful.

6777 Different World

Such a different world perhaps half a mile from where we’d been baking in the heat. We wondered whether the canyon would be as beautiful further up, and in the next installment you can see for yourself. 🙂

Decades ago after admiring it from the rim we hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and my memories of that are still powerful. As we reached the footbridge across the Colorado to Bright Angel Camp, dusk had deepened into night and lights twinkling like fairy dust beckoned us to rest under the sparkling stars. Climbing back up after two days’ rest was arduous, even with frequent pauses singing into the echoes. All these memories are clear, yet every view since (whether from the rim or forced too far up here by flight restrictions) has had haze like this.

6524 Over The Canyon

In front of the distant clouds, Zubair and family reached the Colorado first. We’d all be excited to finally fly across the main canyon, yet it was less grand than our memories. I found myself yearning to fly it again after a rainy Spring on a crystal clear day. Still, the haze and smog diminished over the river on this our first flight across that river we first crossed on foot.

6527 Crossing the River

As always, looking back nearing the south rim the sun angle made a big difference in the camera’s view through the haze.

6545 Looking Back

A rain squall on the horizon brushed this view that came closest to our memories. Many times since this flight, we’ve talked about making the four hour flight back on a clear day. Maybe even repeat our hike down, or try to find funds for a raft trip. But for now we’re enjoying these new additions to our Grand memories, and the in many ways more spectacular flight up Marble Canyon as you’ll see in the pix of that in an upcoming post.