For years I'd been trying to get some photos of the Grand Canyon in the snow. And in January of 2018 I had my chance! I heard about the winter storm warnings about a week prior to heading up to the canyon but I figured that the storm would just blow itself out before it got close to the canyon as they had been doing for several years before.
Seeing that the storm was actually gaining strength over the next few days my excitement grew! But as my excitement grew so did my doubts and fears.
Several years ago I was involved in a car accident that bestowed upon me a level of PTSD about driving in the snow. I hit a patch of black ice under a sheet of snow on highway 87 between Pine and Strawberry, AZ. Only going about 10 or 15 miles per hour because it was pitch black and snowing, I hit the ice, lost control of my truck, and went flying off the road. The whole thing took only a few seconds and thankfully I was not hurt badly. But it seemed like an eternity as I felt the ground disappear beneath the wheels. I remember the truck falling so sharply that, even with my seatbelt on, my head was slammed into the roof and the steering wheel hit my legs just above the knees hard enough to leave bruises that would last for weeks.
Now I had a choice. Do I let my fears stop me from going north, knowing full well that I WILL be driving in the snow again? Or do I face my fears, and take the chance to get an opportunity to maybe, just maybe, get the photographs that I have been longing for for years?
I got mad at myself for just a second. But that was all it took for me to decide that I wasn't going to let my fears control me.
The next day I was on the road.
The South rim of the Grand Canyon is roughly three and a half hours from my house. So to get ahead of the storm, I needed this to be an overnight trip and planned to spend the night in the town of Williams.
I left the house with enough time to reach the canyon before sunset. I wanted to scout the area and formulate a plan for the next day. When I arrived around 3:00pm the wind was starting to pick up. It was biting cold and getting fiercer by the minute. I needed to find a place to settle in. So, I studied the map that was given to me at the entrance of the park and picked a spot that I believed would award me with a spectacular view of the canyon for a sunset photo shoot. An hour later I found a place that gave me a view looking west and was greeted by a view that was rendered almost lifeless and devoid of color by the now completely overcast and quickly darkening sky. This evening was a bust. But at least I knew where I didn't want to be tomorrow.
Packing up my camera and the rest of my gear, I decided to head to Williams to check into my room and get a bite to eat.
After driving for about thirty minutes south on highway 64 the rain started. Ten minutes after that the full fury of the storm was on anyone unlucky enough to be caught out in it! The rain was falling so heavily that traffic, me and an RV in front of me that I could barely see 15 feet away, were forced to slow down to about ten miles per hour.
Two white- knuckled, nail biting hours later, I arrived at my hotel. The storm only grew worse over those hours on the road and I was thankful that there were plenty of places to pick up some food nearby.
After dinner I decided to study the Grand Canyon map again to find a place to be for the morning light. I had turned on the tv to watch while enjoying my dinner and to keep an eye on the now "severe" winter storm that was hammering northern Arizona and causing power outages as far East as Flagstaff 30 miles away. The power was struggling to stay on at the hotel too. And every 20 minutes or so everything go black.
Around 9:00 pm that night the world went silent.
Growing up in the midwest I knew that the silence meant only one thing. It was snowing. I looked out the window and was blown away at how much snow was already covering everything! The snowflakes coming down were enormous and unrelenting. And those fears from my accident came with them. With the power out completely now, I opened the blinds and sat on the edge of the bed staring out into the snow with a mixture of the wonder that comes with fresh virgin snow, and the dread of knowing that, in the morning, I was going to have to drive in it.
The next morning I woke to find that over eight inches of snow fell and most of the roads were closed. However, the weatherman promised mostly cloudy skies and a high of 45+ degrees. It was going to be a great day for photography! Still, I was both disappointed that there was no way I'd be getting to the canyon for any early morning light and elated that I didn't have rush out. The roads would be cleared soon enough.
The roads weren't cleared enough for travel till about 7:30 in the morning. Soon after I was back on the road heading North to the Grand Canyon's South rim. It was a cold morning and at times trying to either rain or snow. When I arrived at the South entrance gate, there was very little snow on the road and everything was enshrouded in fog. At this point I was so excited to get to the canyon itself!
Upon arriving at the Grand Canyon Visitors Center I was not surprised to find a nearly empty parking lot. I had the park almost to myself. After loading up my equipment my first stop was the Mather Point Cafe for an overdue quality cup of coffee. Cup in hand and, since I already missed the coveted first light of the morning, I strolled up and down Rim Trail with camera and tripod at the ready.
The following photographs are a few of the results of that cold beautiful morning on the South rim.