I went with three of my closest friends from college on one last hurrah in our home state of Arizona before we all went our separate ways at the end of summer. Even though all of us have lived in Arizona for most of our lives, it had been over 10 years since I saw the Grand Canyon, several years for Marissa and Rose, and just a few months for Maddie who lived in Northern Arizona last year. It may be hard to believe that with a natural wonder in our backyard we haven’t seen it that often, but not every day gives us the chance to make the trek up to the Grand Canyon.
We stayed in a village about an hour out from the Grand Canyon called Williams. The only way I can describe this little town is by saying the first thing I saw when I got out of the car to get dinner was a man wearing a cowboy hat unironically. It was the cutest, quaintest town that boasted its location on Route 66 at every possible gift shop and road sign. All we did there was sleep and eat, but what we saw was worth our stay at the Quality Inn.
The last time I was at the Grand Canyon it was covered in snow, and it definitely felt more like a postcard seeing the red rocks without any white dusting on them. Even though I didn’t get to see very much of the canyon – and my photos don’t do it any justice – I still want to go back and hike it, and eventually go to places such as Havasupai Falls and go white water rafting on the Colorado River. As far as Northern Arizona goes, there’s still so much that I want to see.