But it wasn't like that at all. A fter a long drive through flat wooded country the bus from Flagstaff dumped me outside a rustic building labelled Bright Angel Lodge in Grand Canyon Village on the South Rim. Tourists wandered everywhere and a large car park dominated the view. With darkness less than an hour away my main concern was in finding the campground. But first I'd take a quick glance at the canyon.
B eyond the neat wall chaos reigned.
To either side the contorted chasm disappeared into the hazy horizon, a twisting slash in the flat, forested plateau. U nable to comprehend the scale, I stared down and tried to understand what I was seeing. I felt overawed and not a little nervous. Retreating into the forest I sought the campground. The next morning I went back.