by Sharman J. Monroe
A few weeks ago, my friends and I booked a tour of the Grand Canyon. When we woke up on the morning of our tour, it was raining in Phoenix. We didn’t care. We were excited! We were going to see the Grand Canyon. We hurried down to the hotel lobby to wait for tour guide to pick us up. When the front desk staff heard we were going to the Grand Canyon, they apologized for the rain. “It rains in Phoenix only about every four months and we are so sorry it’s raining today!” they said. We said, “It’s okay; we’re going to see the Grand Canyon!” When our guide Scott (who, by the way, is the awesomest guide at Southwest Tours so ask for him when you book your tour) picked us up, he apologized for the rain. We said, “It’s okay; we’re going to see the Grand Canyon!”
Our first stop was in Sedona at Bell Rock, a magnificent red butte reaching about 5,000 feet high. As we were buying snacks for the road, the lady at the counter asked us if we were going to the Canyon. We promptly said, “Yes!” to which she said, “I’m so sorry it’s raining today! It rarely rains around here. Yesterday was so beautiful. You should have come yesterday.” We said, “It’s okay; we’re going to see the Grand Canyon!” We took pictures under umbrellas at Bell Rock then got back into the van to travel to the Grand Canyon.
Bell Rock in Sedona
It continued to rain. We couldn’t see the tumbleweeds Continue reading
