The Move Midwest: Part II
Why hello, and welcome to The Grand Canyon, where it’s cold as a witch’s … sorry, I was about to throw in an expletive that my dad commonly tosses around.
Seriously though, whoa. It was COLD.
We arrived at our hotel late Tuesday night, I stepped outside and nearly fell on my ass right away. Ice, and lots of it. We tried to wake up in time to visit the canyon as the sun rose, but other forces prevented that from happening. Instead, we made it there about an hour later. It was still breathtaking.
(All photos are my own, if you would like to use one, please link back and let me know!)
After this we headed back to Interstate 40 and Flagstaff where we would eventually find more amazing sights, stay tuned!
