The first time I saw the Grand Canyon, I was flying over it at 35,000 feet. I was coming home from visiting family in Louisiana when the captain came over the loudspeaker to announce that those of us on the right side of the plane would have a great view of one of America’s finest wonders. Even from my viewpoint high above the clouds, I could tell that this canyon was spectacular. Having never had a desire to visit it before, I quickly added the Grand Canyon to my list of must-see American sights.
Nine hours and several scattered downpours later, I arrived in the gorgeous town of Sedona. Other than the airport in Phoenix, I had never really been in Arizona and with many of my friends recommending this particular town, famous for its red rocks and metaphysical qualities, I knew that this was the perfect place to explore the Grand Canyon State.