The Experience of a Lifetime

The most beautiful place I've visited is undoubtedly The Grand Canyon. It was, to me, a canvas showcasing Nature's majesty in all its glory. And someone way up above was having a good one the day we visited, so she very kindly arranged for it to rain, then threw in some sleet, followed by snow, after which she got a gusty wind going. All of which was leading to the grand finale, a brightly shining sun! :) I died and went to my personal Heaven that day. :))))

We missed an amazing sunset view (so I was told), 'cos someone omitted to factor in the difference between PST and Mountain Time. (And it wasn't me, cross my black heart) But it has made narry a difference to me. I absolutely L.O.V.E.D. the visual delights and certainly want to go back; and this time camp on the erstwhile riverbed.

One of my most prized possessions today is a twig I carried back from my visit. We aren't supposed to remove anything out of there per the rules, but I just had to carry back a gateway to my experience. This twig transports me back to the views I had of our Mother Earth that day (sometime in 2004, I think), in which I find a measure of peace. The visit remains a trip into the spiritual realm for me.