It was on our 'West Coast' trip. We were driving straight west from Tennessee through Albuquerque and then heading north to the Grand Canyon. It was going to be our first major stop on the trip. Of all the places we had been, this by far was going to be one of the most anticipated destinations of all our journeys. But as we entered the national park boundaries, we noticed there was something wrong.
There was a thick fog in the direction of the Grand Canyon. Not just a fog you might see in the early morning before the sun burns it away, this was a fog that would stop traffic, flights, the docking of boats, you name it. But we forged ahead, thinking, "Surely it can't be this thick all the way along the canyon." Boy were we wrong. We drove along until we reached a pull out and saw a path that led onto a viewing area. As we walked closer to the edge, our hearts sank. The fog was obstructing all possible view of the canyon. It looked like we were in a blizzard it was so white. So after I took the following photo, we loaded back into the van and headed on our way, a little disappointed.
The photo that follows is not the greatest piece of photographic artwork in the world, but it is a constant reminder to me of how you can't control everything and how it doesn't always go your way. Just a side note, I did end up going back to the Grand Canyon a few years later and hiking it rim-to-rim.
A Foggy Day, The Grand Canyon
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