After a grueling ride into Grand Canyon National Park, I was ready for a day off. My body was beyond sore, my bike unforgiving, and my mind wandering. It was just starting to sink in that I have an entire month of this ahead of me still.
I was lucky enough to have visited the Grand Canyon with my parents as a kid and hike down to the bottom. I returned later during law school and got to explore it again. Nevertheless, despite my familiarity with it, I am not sure I have ever seen anything as breathtaking in my life.
The forms, the colors, the depth, the volume. All combine to leave me speechlessly humbled. So there I was, hobbling around the park, pausing to digest both what I saw and the commitment I made to this trip.