Swirls of pinks, purples, and blues…colors reserved for paint cans and summer sunsets can be found, omnipresent, at the edge of one of Earth’s greatest creations. The Grand Canyon, though grand in itself, has many tangentials, stretching across multiple states. Of the most notable, Antelope Canyon is also one of the most beautiful.
The morning I got engaged we had a tour scheduled for the inner canyons; arriving the designated 45 minutes early, we waited in the sun, desert all around, as we watched people vanish into the canyons out of sight. Our turn came and we knew what to expect from the images, but there really is no preparing you for the awe you come face to face with once you step inside. The desert heat is whipped away as you descend into the cool rocks.
Getting a good tour guide is half the battle I think. We booked through Ken’s Tours, one of only a handful that offer a tour of the lower canyons. With so many groups pushed together (the Canyons see hundreds of tourists daily, though most opt for the easier to navigate upper canyon); you want someone patient and in love with their job. We witnessed other groups who had “goofball” guides, whereas ours truly understood the best places to get a good shot. She would even throw dust into the air to help us get that ubiquitous magical shot of the falling particles.
Even after the magic of getting engaged, this was a beautiful sight fitting to begin our engagement on.