I hate how none, NONE, of these photos do this place justice. It's...impossible to capture how...well, grand this canyon really is. It's so mind-bogglingly huge that even looking at it makes your brain dazzled. Depth of field is hard to make out. At one point I was certain someone had painted a sheet and hung it in the background to make it look like it went on forever - theatre scrim style!
From our vantage point on the rim we could see for miles and miles and marvel at how the Colorado River carved this winding chasm over millions of years. I didn't dare get too close to the edge (I have this weird urge to fling myself from high things for some reason) but could feel the magnetic pull of it from a distance. It really was mesmerising, and I stood transfixed for a long time, watching the setting sun change the colours of the canyon as it dipped out of sight.
I was at one point disturbed from my reverie by a Japanese tourist who thrust his phone into my hand, went right to the edge and gestured at me to take his photo. Well, certainly sir. I snapped a few photos and he scurried back to me. He scowled. "Please, more danger!" he insisted, and gestured at the canyon, as he scurried back to his perch. I adjusted my angle for Mr Scorsese and snapped a dramatic shot showing how very close to the edge he was (too close, in my opinion, VAGCLENCH) and handed him back the phone. Nodded approval received. Job done.
As I walked the trail on the perimeter of the rim, I heard two German tourists come up behind me. They stood for a long time, hands on hips. Then I heard one say "Es ist echt MEGA, MEGA, MEGA groß."* with a dramatic exhalation of breath between pursed lips. I couldn't have said it better myself.
*"It is indeed mega mega mega grand."