During its journey, meandering through three states, the Colorado River, cuts through Marble Canyon. Driving over Navajo Bridge, you see this mighty river from way above — almost 142 meters (616 feet) above — the water level. Looking far yonder, one wonders what lies around that bend… but few can tell, just as in life, it’s hard to foretell what the next bend has in store for us.
Today, once again, my thoughts are veering west… towards what was home for some time. Maestro Ennio Morricone’s haunting ‘Harmonica’ reverberates in my ears. Memories of majestic California Condors flying high above Vermillion cliffs, and around Marble Canyon in Navajo country over the Colorado River, sweep across.
But minutes before approaching the site above near Navajo Reservation area, we were driving along US Route 89 (perhaps just before it turned into 89A). I recall my first glimpse of Vermillion Cliffs… simply out of this world. But these don’t appear pink as I remembered them from my first trip there in April 2000. Nevertheless, it’s also a function of time of the year, time of the day, weather, so on and so forth… but the long winding roads, free of city traffic, are a refreshing change at any time especially in late spring — May 22, 2010 — still make for the perfect time to visit. (No, I take that back — not during AZ summers!) There was snow I remember, as we reached higher altitudes… but Arizona is dotted with mesas that stretch for miles and miles… it’s also a great time to listen to Robert Miles. For us, “Children” is often set to auto play…
Many travelers visit the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, but with time on hand, and our personal inclination to see the grander view, we’ve driven to the North Rim on a couple of occasions, enjoying every moment of the arduous journey through snow et al… (Can’t say our guests were equally delighted to sit through the extra three hours for an additional 123 miles). As the crow flies, the distance from South Rim to the North Rim is merely 11 miles… but if people were crows, can you imagine the cawing (not to mention the clawing)! 😉
Just past 6 p.m. on May 22, 2010, standing by the Navajo Bridge, I was transposed into another era.
PostScript: I often share my posts from here on Facebook. Today, I first wrote separate snippets on my timeline and then compiled it together, making it a mini travelogue. (Thanks to a comment from a kind soul.) 😉