A Journey Back in Time

The road to Grand Canyon West is a journey through time, a reminder of the countless road trips I took with my family as a child. As my husband and I set out from Las Vegas, the familiar hum of the RV engine brought back memories of those long drives across the American Midwest. The open road stretched out before us, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through the desert landscape, and I felt a sense of nostalgia wash over me.

We left a bit later than planned, around 11:30, but the leisurely pace allowed us to soak in the scenery. Our first stop was a quaint little gas station, where we refueled and picked up some snacks. The small-town charm of the place reminded me of the pit stops we used to make on our family road trips, where my siblings and I would eagerly browse the souvenir shops for trinkets to remember our journey by.

The Skywalk Experience

Arriving at Grand Canyon West around 2:00, we were greeted by the vastness of the canyon, a sight that never fails to take my breath away. We picked up our tickets for general admission and the Skywalk, an engineering marvel that extends 70 feet out over the rim of the canyon. As we boarded the bus for the short ride to the Skywalk, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The Skywalk itself is a testament to human ingenuity, a glass bridge that offers unparalleled views of the canyon below. As I stepped onto the glass, I felt a momentary sense of vertigo, but the beauty of the canyon soon took over. The photographer guided us to various spots, capturing the awe on our faces as we gazed out at the endless expanse of rock and sky. It was a moment of pure wonder, a reminder of the natural beauty that exists in our world.

Guano Point and Beyond

After our Skywalk adventure, we hopped back on the bus to Guano Point, a place steeped in history and natural beauty. The wind was brisk and cold, a stark contrast to the warm Hawaiian breezes I’m used to, but it only added to the sense of adventure. We walked along the rim, careful to keep a safe distance from the edge, and marveled at the remnants of the historic tram that once carried workers across the canyon.

Though we didn’t have time to climb the hill for the panoramic views, the experience was no less breathtaking. The vastness of the canyon, the play of light and shadow on the rocks, and the sense of history that permeates the air all combined to create a truly unforgettable experience. As we made our way back to the bus, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to witness such natural grandeur.

In the end, our visit to Grand Canyon West was a reminder of the beauty and wonder that can be found in the most unexpected places. It was a journey that took me back to my roots, to the open road and the endless possibilities it holds. And as we drove back to Las Vegas, I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of appreciation for the simple joys of travel and the memories it creates.