The dark pines of the Kaibob National Forest conceal the Grand Canyon of the Colorado till the rim is reached. There, spread out for seemingly endless miles, is an ocean of color. From misty blue depths rise gigantic islands of crimson sandstone. Their undulating bands of red and purple grow softer in color and outline towards the horizon, where a single firm stroke seems to separate the rosy depths from the sky above. Its immensity is awful; the boldness of its contours overwhelming; its immobility terrifying.
—Arizona, The Grand Canyon State: A State Guide (WPA, 1940)
Mary Lewey packed her AG Week Field Manual in a pack on her trusted mule for a ride through the Grand Canyon. This is part one of her photo-log for Field Assignment #5: National Parks, Monuments & Landmarks. See part two here.
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