While in college at Northern Arizona University, the Grand Canyon became one of the first places as an adult I clearly fell in love with the wilds. I would make regular trips up to the canyon to explore different trails.
I first visited the Canyon at 7 years old on a family trip west. At 14 I hiked to the bottom and back in a day with a friend that did all 16 miles barefoot. College days was about exploring. Later I planted trees on the north rim. And much later I worked as a boatman running the full length of the Canyon on the Colorado River on numerous trips.
Returning recently for a short visit reminded me once again how easy it is to fall in love with this open expansive space.
Here's to hoping we all keep falling in love with the wilds.
Steven
