Standing at the Grand Canyon’s south rim this evening at sunset, I saw a woman walk up clutching her luggage, spellbound. “Oh my God,” she said. The look on her face said everything.
She was seeing it for the first time. She’d come to celebrate an “important birthday”, and said she wanted to spend it with something older than she was.
I’ve been here many times, and I still choke up at my first fresh glimpse of the canyon.