I met a nice older woman back in 2006, and she happened to live near Phoenix, Arizona. I took a train ride out to see her from Chicago and we hung out a bit. I then decided to try and live in the Phoenix area and moved with as much of my personal possessions that my small, red Honda Prelude could fit. On my way to see her, I went north from Flagstaff, Arizona to see the Grand Canyon. It was winter, and the wind was just as cold, bitter and sharp as any Chicago wind I ever experienced. The drive from Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon freaked me out a bit because at times the wind blew and covered the road totally. There were white out conditions at times. However as fast as the white out conditions were stirred up, all of a sudden the next minute the clear, crisp blue sky, super-dark asphalt and pure white snow were back. It was a very strange drive with quick-changing weather conditions.

My time at the canyon rim was spent walking around and trying not to freeze! It started out as clear, and the mighty winds from the west whipped up and the cold literally took my breath away at times. In a few photos, you can actually see the storm like a blueish-grey bruise in the sky, sink into the canyon. My visit to the canyon on this day was an experience of the might and wonders of nature.