Promises Kept

On a flight from Austin to San Diego, the pilot announced “if you look out the left window, you can see the Grand Canyon.” Seated on the right side of the plane, I stretched to catch a glance, but only saw desert lands. A kind stewardess (that’s what they were called then) asked if I would like to move to a seat on the left. Through that small plexiglass portal, I intently watched as the 266 mile long canyon disappeared behind the plane. I made a promise that when my tour of duty with the U.S. Navy was up, I would explore the Grand Canyon.

Many years later, here I am. I took the Grand Canyon train from Williams AZ, to the canyon transferring to a bus for a tour of the South Rim that included lunch. One evening, I drove to Mather Point to watch the sun set. The canyon walls and floor, one mile below the rim, became a kaleidoscope of ever changing colors as the sun slowly faded away. Twilight brought a refreshing breeze; suddenly deer appeared only a few yards behind me, grazing on the sparse vegetation. I sat quietly watching them, glad that I kept the promise. Next blog – Room With a View.


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