Grand Canyon, a masterpiece of landscape

I lived in Arizona most of my life, but I was thirteen or fourteen years old before my first visit to the Grand Canyon. My visits were to the western part of the Canyon to Havasu Canyon. It wasn’t much later in my life that we visited the South Rim on a hot summer day with brilliant blue sky and bright, bright sun. We were not much impressed. My next memorable trip was to Thunder River on the North Rim. I was captivated by the immensity of the Canyon. But, it was only when my children were grown and my wife and I came back to the Canyon for a visit that I really saw the Canyon for the first time. Since that first trip, I have returned many times, but never enough.