Springs from an aquifer feed a million and a half gallons of fresh water up into Montezuma Well each day. The water exits on the far side of the Well, filtering through the rock, and emerges as a crystal clear stream down in a little grotto. There in the middle of the dessert, is this cool, shady little spot with lush maidenhair ferns and sycamore trees. The ancient peoples used the water from this faithful stream to irrigate their rocky fields.
Being a train lover, I was hoping one of the old iron horse steam engines would pull our train out to the Grand Canyon, but both are parked for awhile. Darn! But was a great ride, anyway. All along the route, you can see the ruts from the old stage coaches that once ran from Williams out to the canyon. It was fascinating to watch the tracks wind around old juniper trees that were already old a hundred years ago….
Chris and William sitting at the edge of the Grand Canyon.
The Grand Canyon cast a spell over me. The hugeness, the quiet, the color…just amazing! For a few moments I sat totally by myself. I could hear the air rushing over the feathers of the ravens swooping nearly within arm’s reach.
I just couldn’t resist including this photo! On our Flagstaff day, we went up to the Snow Bowl ski area and took the ski lift up to the top. For we sea level people the thin air up there was an interesting experience. You could take a deep breath, but it didn’t feel like it! Such a pretty view up there, and such a pretty ride. I didn’t realize how big mature aspen trees are! Did you know they almost form a rain forest like canopy, shading and protecting the young aspens and fir trees growing up from underneath. I would love to see those aspens in their golden autumn dress.