We left Tucson to begin the circuitous route home by way of Utah. Following our previous route from 12 years ago, we drove through Sedona to the Grand Canyon, only this time, instead of heading East from there, we planned to continue heading North.

I’m not entirely sure why the only times I’ve visited Sedona have been just passing through it. The place is stunning enough to warrant its own trip, but it wasn’t meant for this trip. We had lunch there, did a quick hike, and were back on the road up through Oak Creek Canyon and to the Grand Canyon.

Oh, the random sideways photo was accidental, but somehow seemed fitting given Sedona’s reputation for being a vortex.

At the Grand Canyon I again had the feeling of being off balance and a bit dizzy. A giant hole that you’re standing on the edge of will do that to you, especially if you’re somewhat (read, very) afraid of heights. But it’s just too good to be bothered by something so trivial as a phobia. I did ask more than several times whether mom had a tight hold on Norman’s leash and whether I should take him myself.

There really are hardly words to describe the insignificant feeling one gets peering into that huge chasm.