where are you, grand canyon?

seriously, where the f#&k are you?

we had one day to see the grand canyon and that one day happened to be a day of bad weather all across  utah and arizona. we figured that even bad weather can't shroud the grandest canyon of all in fog and rain and snow, so we made the three-hour journey from zion to the north rim. approaching the north rim, we drove through what was essentially a snowstorm, but did not allow that to deter our excitement. we arrive at the canyon, only to have a ranger tell us that the storm should lift the next day, so we should stick around until then because the chances of seeing the canyon that day were slim as fog had settled into the depths like lint in a fat man's belly button. we walked out to the canyon fairly defeated at this point for we could see nothing to our right or to our left, the fog was so thick. cecca almost started crying. almost. then, slowly, the fog began to lift, giving the sensation that one was underwater or waking up from a dream. little by little, we could see canyon walls coming into view and, my lord, were they amazing. the toppermost photo shows the view we had when the fog first began to lift, and the above and following give one an idea of the fog's progression out of the canyon.

there's my chippy.

it was about 32 degrees on the north rim, but from jarrod's facial expression you would think it was 34 degrees.

there's my chip-chip.

stunning.

stunning.

relief.

this photo was taken while we were driving back to zion, going about 70mph.