I don’t use the word transcendent much, but 6 days in the Grand Canyon looking from the bottom up requires it. A woman with whom we shared an airport cab at five AM the morning after the trip said I had “an exhausted glow” about me. The trip was challenging, it managed to remind me of my age but without making me embarrass myself. Much.
Looking up at the rim of the canyon from the bottom during the day is looking at 6 million years of erosion. Then one reminds oneself that it's just a teeny-weeny slice of time, compared to the age of the earth. The stars that one sees looking up from the bottom at night are a reminder of the far more vast scale of time there. Perspective is a good thing.
I can’t recommend the experience strongly enough. As I said after the first trip four years ago, spend your childrens' inheritance, take out a second mortgage, knock over a 7-11, find a way to finance it and go.
A unforgettable journey of 188 miles from Lake Powell to Lava Falls.