We left the hotel about 5:30 AM. The sun was due to rise at 6:06 AM (and it did). There were a couple of hundred people (that we could see) at the Grand Canyon when we got there - all spread out and ready to get the best photos they could get. We joined them. It was so quiet and a bit cool. It was almost like "church". Then Heather broke the spell. "Why is everyone SO quiet?" And many chuckled. "Are we going to clap when the sun comes up?" And then we laughed.
And then I noticed Michael had disappeared. I was not about to look around for him. I was determined to enjoy the sunrise without a heart attack. It was nearing time. A few people had to turn about this time in the opposite direction of the sun and start pointing. I STILL did not look. The sun rose (see top photo). It was beautiful. As the crowd started to disperse Michael came bounding back. A few asked him, "Was it hard getting out on that ledge?" (I knew I shouldn't have looked!). He replied, "Hard is relative." (or something like that) and I told them not to try it. (And I didn't even want to know where he went.).
It WAS beautful!
As you drive out to the Grand Canyon there is nothing to remarkable about the scenery - oh, it's nice desert scenery. I was beginning to wonder about this "hole in the ground" we had drive 6 hours to see. Then you make the entrance and there are no words to describe it.
We've been to Niagra Falls and that's the closest I think I can say to the wonder we saw here.