Mohave Point at the west end, with good old Dakota. This makes my 10th trip to the canyon. No time for a rim-to-rim on this gig, but we hiked our share.
One of those sunsets that reminds you how small we are, and how great the universe.
I was recently approached by an architect in Miami about overseeing a sculpture project for Atasehir Hospital in Istanbul. Have always wanted to go to Turkey, so I said Sure. Think I’ll swim the Hellespont, like Lord Byron–except it’s a little more polluted than in his day. More ships too. If neither of those kill me, it will all go well.