The Grand Canyon. This really isn’t a destination to do a drive by on, but since time was of the essence, and I needed to be in Albuquerque before sunday night, it was the only option. The drive through the Mojave desert from LA was both gorgeous and long, but after more than two to three hours driving, everything kind of blends in together in my head and my visual awareness for scenic vistas kinda shuts down so I can just get through the driving part. I made the drive on the first weekend of October – along I-40, hoping that temperatures would be a little less crazy throughout the region than they had been this past summer. While it was still fairly warm, I had less of a worry about my tires melting into the asphalt on this particular trip.
Being just outside of Williams, AZ, the south rim of the Grand Canyon was about a three and a half hour driving deviation from my current plans, but I’d always wanted to see it, and didn’t know when I’d be swinging back through Arizona next. I’d been through enough desert at this point that I was still on visual autopilot, just wanting to get to the visitor’s center in time for the light to still be good enough to see everything, and to get a stamp in my trusty US Parks passport. I’m getting pretty serious about collecting the stamps. It’s nice to have them to look back on – they bring back wonderful memories.
It’s quite true that the Grand Canyon is a great, bloody hole in the ground. Enormous even, as well as other varied words for big. At some point in my life, I’m going to go back and spend a week or two there so that I can make the long trek down into the canyon itself. There are varying paths that you can take, all with levels of difficulty that include sweating, a high probability of cursing and the necessity of large amounts of water and food. It’s good that I’m taking this time to get in shape, otherwise my legs would surely fall off after such an endeavour. As it is, the hike will likely still be overwhelming. I’ll just have to seriously pace myself, as well as ensuring that I bring plenty of provisions.
There are many signs around the visitor’s center that state that over 250 people are rescued from the canyon each year, as well as “There are no easy trails into or out of the Grand Canyon!”. Hikers are repeatedly warned that it takes twice as long to get back up as it does to make your way down.
At the time of my brief walkabout along the railings of the memorial, there were a great many tourists – although less than I thought there would be. There were actually gaps in the crowds gathered along the railing where one could gaze upon the majesty of the aftereffects of water against stone for millions of years. A segment of the visiting area was apparently blocked off this weekend for the Arizona Mountaineering Club’s annual Grand Canyon Clean-up.
A sizeable group of climbers in colorful vests were gearing up to start rappelling down into the canyon to retrieve trash and various tourist trinkets that hands, both little and big, found so difficult to keep ahold of whilst looking into the gaping maw of earth. Apparently it’s a bit more than a jaw dropping experience. (PICS)
It’s fantastic that there are groups of earnest climbers willing to take on the heady chore of cleaning up after the hoardes of unwashed masses that visit the site year after year. It was apparently AMC’s 21st year of providing the clean up service. Thanks guys! Your hard work and dedication is truly appreciated!
To learn more about the Arizona Mountaineering Club, go here.
I spent a couple hours walking around, snapping pictures and getting a feel for the place, before finally getting back on the road, heading towards Flagstaff. Once outside Flagstaff, I took another detour.
I’d heard so many stories of the various vortexes around Sedona proper, and wanted to experience at least one of them for myself. Sedona itself is the oddest little visual oasis. The towering stacks of red sandstone rocks that rise out of the carpet of green treetops are brilliant in the setting or rising sun when set against a vivid blue sky. The sun went down much quicker than I’d expected, so I found an RV park about fifteen minutes outside city limits and bunked for the night there.
The park itself was lovely, and I was pleased to get a site with power hookup for a very reasonable price. I got a quick shower, then stayed up late into the night doing various dances with healing intent for the state and the people of Arizona.
With the full moon waning, there was plenty of light to see where I was going. I rarely use flashlights when running from the van to the bathroom at night – they wreck my night vision. I do, however, try to jingle my keys a little to keep bears and other carnivorous critters in the area from stalking out of the woods to say hi. I stayed up with the moon, grateful for the night sounds and the warm breezes.
In the morning, I sought out the Airport Mesa Vortex.
To get to the vortex, at the “Y” intersection of Hwy 89A and Hwy 179, turn left onto 89A. Drive west on 89A and take the first left onto Airport Road. The vortex is located about half way up Airport Road. There is a parking area on the left. You can walk up the trail directly ahead of you between the two hills.
The many folks I’d spoken to before I started this trip had mentioned that ‘When the Juniper trees start looking twisted, like the spiral of a tornado – that’s where the vortex is strongest.’ I wandered around the place for an hour or two and ended up bumping into this really sweet Japanese girl that wanted to get a picture with me because of the rainbow hair. I happily obliged her, and we shared a little bit of what we could about our travels – she spoke very little English, and I spoke considerably less Japanese, but the shared moment was an experience that still makes me smile.
The vista blew me away. It’s apparently one of the best views in Sedona, and I don’t doubt it. As with other vortexes around the country that I’d visited, there were little piles of rocks here and there, and I found a particularly large, twisty Juniper tree to settle by as I took a deep breath and cleared my mind as I took in the view and the feel of the place. I found myself dearly wishing I’d had a week to spend here, to run around to look at everything, but sadly had to get back on the road.
If you decide to drive, I highly recommend route 89A into Sedona. The view as you head down the twisting switchbacks down into the valley is well worth it. You’ll also pass several state parks and picnic areas that your eyes will definitely thank you for. The way back up is just as gorgeous. (PICS)
The next stop was Winslow, Arizona – to check out Meteor Crater, ‘the world’s best preserved meteorite impact site’.
According to the website:
“Meteor Crater is the breath-taking result of a collision between a piece of an asteroid traveling at 26,000 miles per hour and planet Earth approximately 50,000 years ago.
“Today, Meteor Crater is nearly one mile across, 2.4 miles in circumference and more than 550 feet deep. It is an international tourist venue with outdoor observation trails, air conditioned indoor viewing, wide screen movie theater, interactive discovery center, unique gift and rock shop, and Astronaut Memorial Park at the modern Visitor Center located on the crater rim.”
It’s a substantial crater, and although it did have that hokey, tourist-trap feel to it, was still pretty impressive to check out. Sadly, they don’t allow people down into the crater; you can only check it out from the vantage points around the visitor’s center. (PICS)
After that, it was straight to Albuquerque, to stay with my dad for the International Balloon Festival the following weekend.
But that’s a story for another post. 🙂
I know that it’s sometimes taking me longer to process and put into cogent through notes from my trips. I don’t always have the correct headspace or energy to get it down in a way that I’m satisfied with enough to share with the world.
Thanks for being patient, and continuing to follow my adventures!