Grand, magnificent Canyon,
Where flows that wild, matchless stream,
That races its way through the mountains,
Where earth in its making is seen:
Where temple, cathedral, and castle,
Minaret, steeple, and dome,
Were carved by the mighty world build...
Strong currents rushing against our legs. Stones of all shapes and sizes underfoot. Red rock cliffs as high as 2000 feet twisting, turning, towering above. Not a single soul out ahead of us. The whole canyon to ourselves. The whole wild world ours.