I posted some pictures of the Grand Canyon, where I was lucky enough to have visited again recently
while on a trip to Phoenix to visit my daughter who lives there.
The voices of those people could be heard, until the sun started to set, and the light began to paint another masterpiece on the Canyon walls. As it became more spectacular by the minute, the decibel of the voices lowered. By the time the sun had set, even though I was surrounded by all these people, it was as if I was in a church. The few people that spoke, were whispering. That's the affect this place has on people. To say it is a religious experience is not a stretch. It is a place words can not describe. Until you see it, you won't understand it. If at all possible, a visit to the Grand Canyon should be on everyones bucket list.