A break from the familiar this week.
An adventure into the distance with a difference, soaring, free above mammoth rock shapes…
In front of me stretches a vast sight, the Grand Canyon. The profile of the rock is striking; it varies so much.
Some of the rock face has collapsed due to erosion and incredible shapes have been created in the rock.
I’m a condor and I’m perched on some rock, on top of the rim looking down into the canyon.
As I take off I drift, effortlessly across the sky, and look down onto the Colorado River below.
As it winds through the majestic rock, it glistens in the sunshine.
I look up and see the clouds cast dark shadows onto the rock below.
The yellow and orange tinges of colour are contrasted by the dark shadows.
Yesterday the rain came and flooded everywhere; now the rapids are flowing faster.
Clouds covered the tops of the rock from view for a while.
The air feels really clean and fresh; it’s really peaceful here; I can hear the rush of the wind around my wings, as I soar higher into the sky.
It seems like I can fly forever here and see gigantic rock structures stretching into the distance for miles and miles.