Nothing brings me to awe like a canyon. Whether I’m looking down into the abyss or gazing up at cliffs, I marvel at the vastness, at the colors, the sculptures carved by wind, water, frost and upheaval.
This week we took the Royal Gorge Route Railroad through another amazing canyon.
I fell in love with canyons as a boy growing up in Utah, where Dad was stationed from 1960-65. We would vacation frequently at Zion Canyon National Park and visited Bryce Canyon and the Grand Canyon once each. I returned with my traveling companion in 2006 to the Grand Canyon and in 2007 to Bryce and Zion. Then in 2011 we visited Canyonlands, which I hadn’t visited in my youth. That year we also rafted on white water through the New River Gorge in West Virginia.
This week we took in Royal Gorge. Whether hiking on the canyon floor, hiking along the canyon rim, riding a train or a raft through a canyon or riding horseback along the canyon rim, I am overwhelmed by the majesty of the cliffs, the mountains, the river.
Photos don’t nearly capture it all. But I try. Here are some photos of Royal Gorge, followed by some favorites from canyons past. Continue reading