“Is it really one of the seven wonders of the World?”
“It depends upon who you ask, but I’ll let you see it with your own eyes, then you can tell me what you think….”
As we step off the train from Williams, glimpses of the South Rim can be seen through the brush oak and pines. It’s June, and the Arizona heat is beating down like a lunatic oven. Indian flute music is being played in the distance, and the notes bounce off the canyon walls and follow the Colorado river down stream.
We stop at the vista overlooks, and drink in the beauty in silence. Cbug tries to mirror his father and uncle with his own camera skills, crazylegs makes fun of selfies, Emily is making sure none of us fall off the edge.
I stop asking them if they are having a good time, as they are too young. Instead I will write here about how much I love and miss them. One day perhaps, they will find this post, laugh at the photos, and relive our times together at one of the seven wonders of the world.