Bearizona is actually a drive-through wildlife park we passed en route to Grand Canyon, but you can’t deny me the play on words. All I really want to get across regarding the canyon is the sheer scale of it: 10,000 or so square miles. Forget about light and vantage point. This piece of nature is impressive no matter how you look at it.
Less grandiose but equally exciting is Jerome, a mining town turned artists’ haven sitting precariously on yet another hill. There are event celebratory t-shirts sold for surviving the ridiculous drive along 89A.
And in the one act that is amazingly fun but not the least photographically interesting, Dad let me drive his new golf cart around the block. Highly recommended for those who have not tried.
