It’s been eleven years since the first and latest time I had to bypass the grapevine heading south to avoid a snowstorm. It took me about six hours, but it put everything in perspective. I was able to be on the roads that I never have seen before.

My jaw dropped at the sight of one of the seven natural wonders, and I found myself staring for two hours on the edge of a cliff overlooking the steep drop straight down to the eerily bluish-green-colored Colorado River.