By the way, that's the chart that tells you what you're lookin' at. Gives all those neat, colorful formations names.
I laughed so hard, tears rolled down my cheeks. Really. In my world, it just doesn't get much more funny than this. 8+ hours driving. Lots of gas. 2 nights in a not-so-nice hotel room. Because the nicer hotels don't take dogs, dont'cha know. And my beloved Big Dude, who never wanted a dog in the first place, is just softy enough not to want the not-so-wanted wimpy SoCal doggie to have to sleep in the cold, cold camper shell.
And this is what the Grand Canyon looked like the morning we arrived.
AND, this was the Little Dudes' first visit to see this Grand Canyon. It's funny, I tell ya.