Revisiting a Frozen Sunset at the Grand Canyon

It was warm and humid in our lush green White Mountains today, a world away from our January visit to the Grand Canyon. Yet somehow, those sunset into dusk miles called to me all these months and miles away.

We arrived just before sunset at the South Rim, and due to the 15-degree temperature, we had the place to ourselves. So off we went. By the time we’d finished, we’d trekked more than four miles and saw deer and elk. It was dark when we reached Clarence.