The Grand Canyon Journals, Chapter Nine: Upper Canyon

Leaving the dog was horrible. (See Chapter 8 post) I looked down at the floorboards of the van until I was sure the dog couldn't be seen anymore.

We were headed farther north, to Glen Canyon dam. This is the dam that turned the mighty Rio Colorado to green. Or muddy brown at certain times. Now all the red silt backs up behind the dam.



Then, we started back towards Marble Canyon, but first we stopped at Horseshoe Bend on the Colorado River. This is where the Colorado flows gently through the cut rock of the upper Grand Canyon.



This is why it's called Horseshoe Bend.




This is a good place to "be." Quiet, peaceful..a place to be alone with one's thoughts. Just like our guide Joanna is here. This is my favorite photo of her.


Later that afternoon, I took this photo of the Vermillion Cliffs as I walked to Marble Canyon Lodge for another delicious home-cooked meal.



Then, across the highway in the old lodge, Joanna sang for us and recited poetry.


This flower, the name of which I can never remember but I think it has a "d" in it, blooms at night. The very edges of the petals are kissed with lavender.



Then, back to my cozy room. The next day would be our last hike in the Marble Canyon area. We'd be heading to the South Rim of the Canyon, back with all the tourists.

The Grand Canyon Journals, Chapter Seven: Hiking the Vermillion CLiffs

I left the South Rim of the Grand Canyon and drove out the east gate of the Grand Canyon park, then turned left. My destination was Marble Canyon, near the northern border of Arizona.


I arrived at Marble Canyon Lodge just in time to join my Road Scholar group for dinner in the lodge.


The next morning we "saddled up" with our day packs for a hike in the Vermillion Cliffs of Marble Canyon.










We walked up washes....



...scrambled over rocks...



...and were led to an awesome place...




Jack, our assistant guide, asked us to stay quiet and just "be" when we entered a place he considered very special.




This is called a keyhole, a large water-carved opening with a narrow entrance.


Jack watched us as we silently entered the keyhole, and while no one spoke, we all mouthed, "WOW!"

The slot entrance.

On top of the hills, looking down on the Marble Canyon plateau. The Colorado River runs through the dark strip in the center.

Lunch stop in the shade of rocks.

A crescent moon shows over the edge of the Vermillion Cliffs.

Petrified wood.

Prickly pear growing in a circle.

I'd been concerned when I left the South Rim that I wouldn't be able to keep up on six plus-mile hikes. My cold and the altitude had me dragging after several days. However, at this altitude of around 3500 feet, I felt my strength and energy coming back, and I had no problems.

I would not have wanted to miss this hike. And, true to Jack's promise, we didn't see another human being. We had the cliffs all to ourselves, quite a change from the tourist-heavy South Rim.