This has definitely been one of the most beautifully surreal experiences. I dreamt of seeing the Grand Canyon ever since I was a little girl and I remember sitting with my grandfather asking him to tell me all about his road trip adventures -and there were many!-, specifically the Grand Canyon. I have always been strangely fascinated with this natural phenomenon, this massive erosion crack on the earth.
When I started to plan this last minute road trip, I HAD to make my way there somehow, even if I had to drive for hours and hours. I have been slightly unlucky with the weather ever since I got to the US, I would not dare complaining but it has been raining a lot, which turned into a big concern at some point: “What if we can’t see the canyon?, What if we can’t shoot?”
When we arrived to Tusayan, a tiny “town” or more like hotel village just 25 minutes away from the Canyon, it was already dark and late at night, it was quite cold and raining as well but I still had my fingers crossed. I was dreaming of doing a sunrise shoot there, just by the cliffs so I got up at about 5:30am, got ready and drove off. When we got to the first Look Out point you couldn’t see a thing, NOTHING, just thick fog, nothing else. I have to confessed I had tears running down my eyes, I have come SO FAR, I wanted to see it for so long, it was a childhood dream and I couldn’t see anything, nothing at all.
I was standing by the lookout point feeling slightly sorry for myself and then it started raining, dammit! Just what I needed, to also get soaked. There was absolutely nothing I could do BUT Rich and I were desperately trying to look for the bright side, the silver lining. I apparently didn’t do enough research to know that thick fog is quite common at this time of the year, it wasn’t a strike of bad luck but one of the massive positives was, there was NOBODY around, literally no one, it was just us and the Grand Canyon, trying to figure out how to capture what we saw. A few minutes later out of nowhere the fog started to move, like it was dancing down the cliffs, moving like smoke, it was such an incredibly beautiful sight. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was like the Canyon was revealing itself to me, slowly. I was so overwhelmed with emotion and I realised that this moment, seeing the fog moving away and across, it was probably a rare sight, that people see the canyon at its best most of the time, but how many people had seen it like this? with the clouds dancing around, with the magical light? And then the sun came out with a massive rainbow and everything was worth it, the fog, the rain that completely messed up my hair, the soaked clothes, the hours of driving, everything.
I feel so lucky right now and I can’t wait to share this story with my grandfather…