Much is made of the rocks and gravel of the Grand Canyon, but the forests grow right up to the edge…and over it…in most areas.
Life for these trees is rough, starting with the dry, rocky soil. And the weather here is merciless in its extremes, with frequent howling winds.
I’ve been drawn to some of the sturdy standout trees that have anchored themselves right near the edge. It seems as though they’ve set themselves up as sentinels for this national treasure.
Herewith, our pictorial salute: