this canyon is grand. to you.

The Grand Canyon has never beckoned me.  I do not hear it's siren call.  Twice I've been to this wonder of nature.  Both times with a person who thought it was "the bomb dot com."  Both times I thought it was a hole in the ground albeit a large one.  Perhaps even the largest.  Who could know such things?  Maybe someday I can return to the canyon, with both people, and we can ride a mule down the harrowing cliff sides.  We'll see.

My first trip was with Tara.

north rim.

My second with Nick.  (and Owen and Molly)

south rim.

Somehow I just can't seem to muster up the Grand Canyon joy that my compatriots do.  It doesn't show in my face, does it?