On our Thanksgiving trip out to Phoenix, we took a detour to see the Grand Canyon. A few hundred meters into the Bright Angel Trail, we came across a group of big horned sheep; literally right next to use, so close if we had wanted we could have reached out and touched them. Though, clearly, we didn’t.
I had in my hands only, gasp!, a film camera, so these are a few images Trent took with a digital camera.
And the quintessential long-armed-stretch-wide-angled-self-portrait of the two of us, two days into car-crazy.
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