Little Colorado River Gorge

Our first real excursion while in northern Arizona was a trip to the Little Colorado River Gorge. It was big, impressive, and due to my mental state, somewhat dangerous. I was rather off my game that day, and it showed in my photos. Here's one of the better ones:

I didn't leap that day, though I came close. I managed to ground myself, stripping off most of the my layered clothing, letting my hair fly free in the bitter wind, digging my hands into the cold, dry soil as my legs dangled over a mile-deep precipice.

And that is when I noticed something; I didn't care much for the natural spectacle of the gorge; not that it wasn't beautiful but it lacked something, perspective, scale... something living. And then I saw the smiles on two tourists' face as they performed a self-portrait. ...And it all came together. I had been missing the human element.

I'll be writing more on the consequences of this realization, but for now, here are those two ladies that snapped me back with their smiles:

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