The Grand Canyon is the Rose Bowl of national parks and is one of the only natural seven wonders of the world that Americans generally see (I’ll give you a dollar if you can name four of the other six without the help of the Internet).

To our kids, it was just a big hole in the ground. I suppose I should be pleased it was the only place so far that they have been underwhelmed. We literally showed up to watch the sunset and Greta was ready to go five minutes later. But thankfully they serve brownie sundaes so we got to stay a while longer.

One thing that has really stuck out on this trip is how quiet the crowds are. We have been marveling since we left that it feels we are the only ones in the parks sometimes. The campground was “full” but there were many vacant spots. Sometimes when we drive we don’t see a car for 20 minutes. No clue why, but the odd feeling is recurring so I thought I would mention it.

This stop also produced the most memorable moment for me so far. I convinced Greta to wake up at 4:45 and we walked out to a rock cliff on the edge of the canyon (right next to campsites 11-21 by the way). We were the only ones out there and we sat quietly and watched the canyon light up. I don’t know if she will remember it but I certainly will.

Vimeo finally got me on copyright infringement so no audio on this one. I originally had “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles, so I suppose you can play it in your mind when you watch.