This September I went to the Grand Canyon out in Arizona for
a hike with my family. We flew out from all around the country and immediately
were awestruck at the sight of what the river had carved out over the last few
millennia. We spent the first night sitting atop the gorge preparing ourselves
for the 13 mile hike down switchback after switch back.
Amidst the people taking pictures along the edge, I heard
language after language being spoken. Within ten minutes I’d heard Chinese,
Korean, French, German, English, Arabic, and a few others that I couldn’t
recognize. People were drawn to the landmark and ultimately the water that
carved it.
After walking for most of the day, we finally came to the
source that exposed all these beautiful layers of earth. The Colorado River in
all its glory, murky from the deposits it was carrying downstream, still
carving out more.
I’d like to say I was captured by the expansiveness and sheer size of the Grand Canyon but I hope that’s not all I remember about it when
I grow old. My favorite part, and the part that I hope people get the chance to
truly experience, is the small paradise down there. Amidst the arid climate, cliffs, and tourists, are these thriving little pockets that house all
sorts of life. These hidden gems between the rocks that take hours of walking to get
to, but once found, you never want to give up. I leave you with a picture of my
uncle taken as we left one of these gems and the hope that you’ll take a small bit
of time to find a gem by you.
Take a new route to work, walk those extra fifteen minutes,
and experience everything you can.
Sebastian Kessler
2016 Cohort
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