It’s a rare thing when I take a trip that doesn’t involve fishing, but sometimes it’s good to break tradition.
Instead of gathering around the family table for the traditional meal this year, my wife and I decided to break another tradition and spend the holiday on the Grand Canyon’s South Rim, a spot neither of us had visited before.
We left our 20-something sons at home, knowing that Grandma, Aunt Deb and Aunt Jodi would feed them well.
Our Thanksgiving feast, however, was one for the eyes and the soul, not the stomach. I could never hope to describe the beautiful red/orange rock that forms the canyon walls, or the magenta and turquoise sunset at Lipman Point in the way they deserve. I can only say that the inspire the same awe and wonder I feel when I’m on one of the Great Lakes, or on the Louisiana Delta Marsh, or in the vast wide-open spaces of Texas or Oklahoma.
We broke tradition, alright, and are better for it.
I hope you’re enjoying a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday in the place you want to be, with the people you want close.
And if it does involve a bit of fishing, do me a favor. Catch one for me.