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From Tuba City to The Grand Canyon, North Rim

06 Sep

To tell the truth, I have been so moved by beauty today, my eyes have filled with tears many times. The colours of the rocks, their shapes and structures, the vastness of the plains and the immensity of the cliffs – all contribute to the magic of today. The names of some of the places we have passed by say it all – The Painted Desert, Vermillion Cliffs.  Then, to top it all, we came across a herd of buffalo which pleased the lovely Mr S especially. Those photos are his as is the Navajo Bridge one.





I love Harleys! How I would love to do this trip on one!

Patterns from the shade shelter.

Our soundtrack for today to which we have sung along with gusto has been our Rubydo music, a collection we put together for our 40th Wedding Anniversary nine years ago!

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

5 responses to “From Tuba City to The Grand Canyon, North Rim

  1. grandfathersky

    September 7, 2016 at 11:37 am

    Understood. The first time I saw the Grand Canyon my eyes and brain could not absorb it! Did you know Harley’s make the sound – potato, potato… 🙂

     
  2. saymber

    September 6, 2016 at 7:34 pm

    Picture #3 made my jaw drop!! Absolutely amazing! Thank you for sharing these!

     
  3. on thehomefrontandbeyond

    September 6, 2016 at 2:32 pm

    awe-inspiring

     
  4. spanishwoods

    September 6, 2016 at 10:54 am

    Wonderful.

     
  5. commonprose

    September 6, 2016 at 12:23 am

    Spectacular! So glad you are doing the North Rim. Have you been there before? We’ve always found it remarkable to see the new growth that has come in since the 2006 forest fire. We were in Flagstaff when that fire broke, attending Ted and Erika’s wedding! So much of the new growth is aspen trees. Be sure to have a gin and tonic on the terrace.

     

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