The Colorado River-Personal Narrative

Four in the morning. It was easy to forget Arizona's usual suffocating heat as my sweatshirt did its best to battle off the freezing morning. Cold crisp wind nips at my exposed skin as I walk to the edge of the scene and feel the cool metal railing under my hands. Viewing the Grand Canyon for the first time, there is one word that comes to mind, clouds. That is all that could be seen, long, wispy, almost mocking clouds. As if they knew that they were in the way of a glorious sunrise. Hiding it away for another day. Disappointment was the mutual feeling of everyone who had braved the cold. The soft sound of rushing water was the only sound that seemed to breach the silence. As the next few hours passed, the clouds left the scene, the anticipated …show more content…
There was no rock similar to another. Every inch of the large expanse was so perfect not even the best sculptor could imagine the outcome. This was beyond natural beauty, this was supernatural. The colorado river was rushing proudly down like it was on a mission. There are few experiences that can be compared to the freeing feeling of sitting on the edge of the canyon. Feet dangling over the ancient cliff, the breeze whispered sweet nothings as it swept by. Thoughts are consumed by the overwhelming beauty that seems closer as ever before. There was only this moment, only the great expanse, only the sweet smell of fresh flowers that popped up wherever they could. Sliding my hands over the rock, feeling every smooth crevice in the cliff and imagining the stories behind every one of them. Thinking back to the history, the thousand years that it took to create something so breathtaking. Looking out at the view it is no wonder why it was chosen to be one of the top places in the world. Nothing is out of place. Every rock is secure where it belongs. The caverns are never ending, they seem to roll on for an eternity. If I could pick a perfect moment to go back to, this would be