After leaving the trading post, we continued our journey west on Hwy 264 through Keams Canyon.
A small pull out was all we needed to stop, stretch our legs and enjoy the gorgeous view.
Once again, we turned our backs for a minute only to turn around and see this. Seriously, Jimmy you don’t know what this does to an “I don’t like heights and I don’t like to see other people up on really high rocks” phobia that I have.
I do appreciate a good rock, though, and Arizona is full of them.
Some are right on the edge. What keeps them from falling??
To me, it looks like the sheer weight of the rock would send it careening down the hill. It was then I began to develop a “fear of a big rock rolling out of control and hitting a passing motorcycle” phobia.
When we stopped to eat, I asked our Native American waiter if he had ever seen one of these rocks fall. He told us you never want to see a rock fall, it is very bad luck.
This would be especially true if one hit your motorcycle (therefore, justifying my new found phobia.)
As we moved closer to the Grand Canyon, we saw this in the distance.
As you can see, there are no places to take cover if you are on a motorcycle. No gas stations, no roadside picnic stands, not even a tree to get under. You just have to ride through it. Fortunately, we all had good rain suits.
We stayed east of the Canyon at the Cameron Trading Post in Cameron, AZ. We’ve stayed here before and they have nice rooms, a good restaurant, and a huge gift shop. From here, it’s thirty miles to the east entrance of the south rim.
During that thirty miles, you begin to see the smaller canyon of the Little Colorado River that leaves the Grand Canyon.
At the east entrance of the south rim is an old watchtower.
The Desert View Watchtower was built in 1932. Today it serves as a visitor center with observation views on each floor.
We made it here just before the rain hit.
Before the rain started, though, we were able to see clouds dipping into the canyon and then rising up and over our heads. It was quite a spectacular sight.
The rain and lightening lasted for a good hour and we were thankful to be protected in the watchtower.
When the rain stopped and the sky cleared, we began the drive through the canyon.
Pictures don’t even come close to capturing the beauty of the Grand Canyon.
Especially at sunset
America. Land that I love.
Up next-the road to Bryce Canyon