A journey for spiritual growth: Visiting Page, AZ

Me taking photos in Lower Antelope Canyon

What in the world are we doing here?

What is the meaning of it all?

To fall in love, to make a life that’s calm & stable

Or just to find a place where I belong?

Colony House, “This Beautiful Life”

I snatched my phone from my bedside table as my alarm blared. 5am had come far too soon. I pulled myself out of bed & dragged my tired body into the bathroom. It had been a long week. There was an air of heaviness hanging over me & my loved ones. And with impeccable timing, Joseph had given me his cold the day before we left for our trip, and I had not been able to shake it off yet. 

My Uncle Gus passed the month before, & we came to Arizona for his funeral. We arrived nearly a week early to be able to spend time with family we hardly ever get to see – the past five days of the trip were spent visiting & reminiscing with loved ones. On this day, however, Joseph & I had different plans. While budgeting & planning for this trip, we made the decision to take one day to ourselves, & we would spend it at Antelope Canyon. The timing seemed a bit insensitive, & I felt guilty for taking any time away that should be spent with relatives. But Antelope Canyon was a bucket list dream of mine, & as a more private person who internally processes their thoughts & feelings, I knew I would need a day away to process everything that had occurred. What better place to do that than in the spiritual, colorful canyons in Page, Arizona

Joseph & me hiking in Coronado National Forest

By this time in our lives, Joseph & I seem to no longer be dissuaded from adventures because of long drives. It was for this reason we climbed into our rental car before the sun had risen for a four-hour drive to Page. We queued up our regular “Let’s Go” playlist & began the long drive in higher spirts. It felt good to be on the road again.

So far, all we had seen of the desert was orange & tawny. However, as we climbed up into the mountains, we were surprised to see our first sight of snow all winter. I never thought I would see snow in Arizona before I saw it in Maryland. As we climbed, the landscape faded from tall cacti to snow-capped pine trees. Halfway through our drive, we carefully pulled through the snow into a Starbucks parking lot for a much-needed caffeine boost.

We returned to the familiar, sun-scorched landscape as we descended into Page. I booked us two tours to see both the upper & lower sections of Antelope Canyon. Our morning reservation was at the lower section. After a little mix-up trying to find the right tour company, we finally arrived at Ken’s Tours. We waited with the small queue of people & looked around, trying to catch sight of where the canyons were, but all we could see was flat, red rock.

Our tour guide led us across the desert to where a rickety & narrow flight of stairs descended into the earth. We were instructed to walk down one at a time to reduce our risk of falling. With bated breath, we traversed down into the canyon, where each of us collectively gasped in awe.

Lower Antelope Canyon

The canyon was just as I had dreamed it would be. Strips of colors brushed across the rock that curved & bent like the waves of the ocean. Sunlight streamed down inside, catching small crystals that shone like diamonds on the rock walls. Our guide led us carefully through the canyon, stopping frequently so we could take photos & marvel at the sight. Regularly, we had to stoop to avoid hitting our heads on the protruding rock & twist our bodies to squeeze through narrow spots. As we walked, I brushed my hand along the rock & felt the rough stone beneath my fingertips. This place had a magic about it. All I wanted was to stay longer to sit with it & learn from its wisdom.

According to Navajo tradition, Antelope Canyon was formed by Holy People as a place to connect with nature & the spirit world. It is a sacred place where they believe the physical & spiritual world intersect. Because of the great power held within the canyon, the Navajo people believe it must be approached with respect & humility. It is said if you are not of sound mind before entering, it can be detrimental to your spirit. However, the Navajo elders have a traditional blessing ceremony performed regularly to protect the people who enter. 

As it is for many of our travels, I wanted to venture into the canyon to connect more deeply to myself & this world around me. Antelope Canyon, for me, seemed to be a place that was calling to me, & for every layer of colorful rock I saw, it seemed there was a deeper layer of wisdom & history hidden inside.

Lower Antelope Canyon

When we exited the canyon, Joseph & I were beginning to feel a bit peckish. We made a quick stop at an overlook on our way into town, where we found two restaurants that piqued each our fancies beside one another: Desert Nutrition (an açai & smoothie shop) for me, & Slackers (a burger joint) for him. We each gave our orders & then sat beside one another while we ate. Our energy was already draining, so we stopped for more coffees & spent the remainder of our free time caffeinating ourselves before the next tour. 

To get to the upper section of the canyon, we piled with fellow tourists onto a bus that bumped across the desert landscape. We were collectively thrown into the air as our tour guide calmly talked to us about the local species of animals & the history of the canyon. By the time we arrived, I think each of us had a bit of nausea & the faint yearning to pee after having our bladders tossed around.

Me in Upper Antelope Canyon

Instead of cutting into the rock, this canyon jutted up from the earth. A narrow opening lead the way inside to what was nearly a cave. The only thing that distinguished it as a canyon was the thin space between the rock at the top, which let in only a faint amount of sunlight that dimmed even more the farther in we walked. At some points, it was almost too dark to even see the rock we bumped into. Using our hands to guide us, we shifted carefully through the sand beneath our feet, catching sight of sunbeams that shone against the purple & orange walls of the canyon. We gazed up the high walls & marveled at the beauty of this place. From the outside, you never would have guessed something so extraordinary was hidden within the rock. It was clear why Navajo people believed this to be a spiritual place – it was too perfect & unique to be a chance part of creation.

The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky as we exited the canyon. After a bumpy bus ride back to the Antelope Slot Canyon Tours center, we hopped in our car & drove just a few minutes away to another natural beauty – Horseshoe Bend. We just managed to find a parking spot in the crowded lot and we joined the throng of tourists hoping to see this beautiful spot in the golden light of sunset.

Horseshoe Bend

As we approached the overlook, I let out an audible gasp. Horseshoe Bend was so much bigger and more magnificent than I had imagined. Standing at the edge of a thousand foot drop, I had the familiar plummeting feeling in my stomach as I became all too aware of my humanity. But the view was worth it. Settled on top of deep green trees and surrounded by blue water, the sandstone reached up toward the orange sky with an unassuming beauty. As the landscape darkened, Joseph and I remained at the overlook, marveling at its grandeur, until the sun disappeared entirely behind the distant red rocks. Only then did we trudge back to our car, with another four hour drive the only thing we had to look forward to.

As we drove home, we gazed at the purple & orange streaked sky with satisfied smiles. It had been a perfect day, filled with incredible sights and new adventures. It was everything I ever want from my life – exploring and appreciating this beautiful place I have been given to live my lifetime, with the person I was given to spend it with. 

“This Beautiful Life” by Colony House began to play, and Joseph turned up the car’s speakers as we drove in silence. I was reminded of why we had come to Arizona – the loss we had experienced, and the pain and grief that comes with life. But in this moment, all I felt was peace. Life is short, & you never know when your time is up. But the canyons had been the spiritual experience I needed – their grandeur has been here for millions of years, and it will remain for many more lifetimes after mine is over. My place in this world is fleeting, & yet, that makes it no less beautiful & meaningful. There is something more to this life, & I will spend the rest of my existence chasing that meaning in the stripes of color in sandstone, from the tops of mountain peaks, and the feeling when Joseph slips his hand in mine. 

As the song says, “Maybe I’m a part of something that’s bigger than me, like I’m a page in a book in a library, & inside my heart there’s a dying part that’s always searching, ‘cause I know that there’s a place where I belong.” 

I will never stop searching this world because there is more to this beautiful life, & I want to experience as much of it as I can before I am called home for the last time. 

P.S. Here is the Let’s Go playlist so you can listen on your next adventure 🙂

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Arizona vacation: Horseback riding in Estrella (Day 5)

My family & me horseback riding in Estrella Mountain Regional Park with Corral West Adventures

Arizona is known for its hot, desert climate; its red canyons; & its tall, saguaro cacti. When I think of Arizona, I think of old western movies – men in tall hats riding horseback through the desert. So, it was fitting that we ended our Arizona journey riding on the backs of horses ourselves, looking out at the sunset. 

Most of our day was relaxed & lazy. We went to visit my great uncle & aunt, & we spent a few hours in their living room reminiscing about days long past. As the afternoon began to draw to a close, we drove to Estrella Mountain Regional Park, where Corral West Adventures was tucked away.

Corral West Adventures is a nonprofit organization that rescues horses. They offer horse rides through the Sonoran Desert, & we chose to do their famous sunset ride. 

Our instructor was informative & friendly, & soon we were clip clopping over the rocks into the desert. It reminded me of those old western movies, where the cowboys ride off into the sunset. The setting sun bathed the desert in orange light. On every side, mountains grew up around us, & above our heads, the sky was painted in purple & pink stripes. From our slow, relaxed ride, we were able to observe sights of the desert we may have missed before: The saguaro filled with holes from owls who had made their homes inside, & a prickly tree whose leaves smelled like soap when you rubbed them between your fingers.

Joseph & me horseback riding in Estrella Mountain Regional Park with Corral West Adventures

As the light faded & we returned our horses to their home, we said a final goodbye to Arizona. We would not be leaving for a few more days, but this time would be dedicated entirely to family whom we so rarely get to see.

I took one last look at the desert landscape, & despite my love for forested mountains & cooler weather, I felt a small twinge of sadness to be leaving so soon. The desert has an unexpected beauty of its own. In this place that seems inhospitable to all, life somehow still flourishes. At first glance, the landscape is brown with just a little muddy orange & red to accent, but when you take a closer look, you see colors you never imagined – bright blues, greens, pinks and oranges paint the trees, flowers & desert fruits. There is such beauty & mystery to this place, & so much more to explore. 

As the sun set, I bid the desert farewell, with a quiet promise that we would return again soon, hungry for more adventures.

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Arizona vacation: Phoenix, family & local tacos (Days 1-2)

The view of the sky as we flew out of BWI

What do you pack for a trip to Arizona in December? According to the internet, everything. Tank tops & sweaters, bathing suits & gloves – bring a few suitcases & pack generously because you never know what to expect. 

It was a late night before the plane trip. Because of a fun, Christmas event at work, I was up late packing. Before I knew it, 1am had arrived, & it was time for me to get ready.

We had a few small disputes among the family on what time to leave for the airport. To err on the side of caution & make sure no one felt anxious about missing the flight, we arrived at the airport an overly responsible two-and-a-half hours early. 

We zoomed through baggage claim & security, & then used our extra time to enjoy a relaxed breakfast & coffee before our flight. The world was still dark when we ascended into the sky, perfect for an early morning nap. 

We arrived into sunny Arizona by late morning. We were not allowed to check-in to our Airbnb until later in the day, so we went straight to visiting family instead. We met up with my uncle, his girlfriend, & three of his children in their hotel room, & then we all went to my great aunt & uncle’s home for dinner, where we met up with a couple of my mom’s cousins & family friends. We were all gathered together from all over the country for my great uncle’s 87th birthday. 

It was fun to spend our first evening just relaxing with family. We spent the time enjoying drinks & good food, chatting & laughing. With thousands of miles dividing us, we hardly ever get to spend time or catch up with these family members, & it is always a joy to hear the stories from the past couple years & reminisce together.

The night grew late far faster than expected, & being awake for over 22 hours on three hours of sleep was taking its toll. We left, yawning & bleary-eyed, & drove through the streets lit bright with Christmas lights to our Airbnb. There is something quite interesting about hearing Christmas music & seeing Christmas decorations in such a hot, dry climate. Whoever said Arizona gets freezing cold in the early morning & late night must have been an Arizona native, because anyone who comes from a climate that actually grows reasonably cold would respectfully disagree. It gets chilly, but shorts & a hoodie still suffice. And to be dressed in summer clothes while experiencing the merriment of Christmas seems a little bizarre. I know many people go somewhere warm for the holidays, but I am a traditional Christmas movie girl & I want the snow, sweaters & pine trees, not sun tan lotion, bathing suits, & palm trees. 

Me at the Phoenix Zoo

We slept in late the following morning to make up for the exhaustion the day previously. Joseph & I started the day with a run in our neighborhood, & then we met up with my uncle, his girlfriend, & our cousins for a trip to the Phoenix Zoo. We walked through the paved streets, peering in at the exhibits & chatting comfortably. The exhibits were nice & appeared comfortable for the animals, but the true attraction was spending time with family.

The sky was still light when the zoo closed, so we decided to go on a little adventure & go to the Hole in the Rock. It’s an easy hike – just over a quarter mile – that leads to a scenic point created by an unusually large hole in the tall rock. 

I suppose it was a little too boring for those in our group with overly adventurous spirits. My dad, brother & Joseph decided to take the hike to the next level & climb up the front of the rock structure, which was no easy feat considering the grade of the ascent & my brother’s casual dress shoes. The rest of us walked around the rock structure & walked up the steps in the stone that lead to the wide hole. The setting sun reflected off of the red rock, creating a warm glow that emanated from the hole as we hiked up. Once inside the hole, the rock formed a small cave-like opening with an excellent overhead view of the zoo & dark blue mountains in the distance.

The adventurous ones in our group had climbed higher above the hole, & I, not wanting to miss out on the view, precariously climbed higher. Ankles teetering sideways, body leaning uncomfortably against the rocky structure, I climbed, slipping & sliding, up the side of the rock. My fellow travelers encouraged me, & soon I was settled up at the top, shaky & determinedly staying seated to be sure I would not fall, but feeling accomplished. From here, we could watch the sun disappear behind the faraway peaks & the sky grow a darker indigo. 

The Hole in the Rock

We began the trek down as the light began to slowly fade. The majority of our group continued back down the way we had come, but the boys, once again, began down the face of the rock, & this time, my brother’s fiancé went with them. Not wanting to be the weakest link of the group, I decided to follow.

Rule number one of hiking: If you don’t think you can hike up the trail, you surely can’t hike back down. You would think that the trek up would be harder, but in truth, it’s the downhill that causes the majority of injuries. It’s much easier to slip & fall down the face of the rocks, & then gravity does its job of pulling you down until you hit something hard enough to stop you, which means it’s also hard enough to hurt you. 

A quarter of the way down, I had realized my mistake. I was not wearing my hiking boots, I had zero rock climbing experience, & even more than that, I am afraid of heights. I like my feet on solid ground. Hiking is one of my favorite past times, & I have no problem hiking to high places, as long as my feet are firmly planted on the trail. But as soon as they inch a little too close to the drop, I start to shake. 

This time was no different. Paralyzed with fear, adrenaline rushing through me, limbs shaking from the exertion of holding up my own body, I was stuck between swallowing my fear & being a quick learner, or falling down the face of the rock.

Luckily, I had help with me. Joseph, my dad & my brother assisted me step-by-step, helping me see the places to stick my feet & hands & reassuring me that, despite my doubts, my arms were strong enough to hold me when my feet were sliding. Tears springing my eyes, face turning red from exertion & embarrassment as I felt the eyes of everyone in the group on me, I shakily made it to the bottom & collapsed in sobs when I did, both of relief & humiliation.

“I’m so proud of you,” Joseph told me. “You’re so brave.” I did not feel proud, nor did I feel brave. I felt flush with shame & weak from my cowardice.

Joseph & me sitting above the Hole in the Rock

The members of the group hugged me, & we all went to the car together. Each told me how proud they were of me for climbing down, a feat that a number of others had done without a problem. I gave a shaky smile to each, but all I felt was self-consciousness at best, mortification at worst. 

Just before climbing into our van, my dad stopped me & gave me a hug.

“I’m proud of you,” he told me. 

“I’m so embarrassed,” I said quietly. “Everyone else did it without a problem.”

“You’ve never done it before, & you faced your fear,” my dad said. “Almost no one faces their fears. You were afraid, but you did it anyway, & that makes you brave.”

We left the rock face & drove back to our Airbnb. The original plan was to hit the grocery store, but it was evident no one really felt like shopping & cooking. A few minutes away from the store, we spotted a roadside taco truck with a permanent concrete sign claiming its location & bearing its name: Baja Tacos. A quick check in with the other occupants of the car revealed this was everyone’s preferred choice, & we quickly spun around & drove to the stand.

Going to an unknown taco truck is always a risk, but in this case, it was a risk worth taking. The food was inexpensive, but in no means cheap. We watched the chef work tirelessly inside the truck as we put in our orders, & a few minutes later, they were handed to us fresh & hot with a plethora of homemade sauces on the side. I ordered the fish tacos with chipotle sauce, which were served with cabbage, pico de gallo & guacamole on a fried corn tortilla.

To say the food was delicious would be an understatement. The flavors melded together to create a symphony on my tongue. It was creamy & crunchy, spicy & tangy, every bite nuanced & just as exciting as the last. And the spice was perfect – the burn built up in the back of my throat & stung my lips as I ate. 

Shrimp tacos from Baja Taco

We ended the evening with a movie & then headed to bed, our skin sun-kissed goodnight by the desert. 

I fell asleep thinking about the day’s events & how it ended. When I was packing for Arizona, I certainly didn’t expect this to be one of the first adventures I experienced. I was thinking of family time & mimosas, not scrambling down the side of a rockface with an expectant audience.

I remembered what my dad had said about bravery, my husband telling me he was proud of me, for doing something that everyone else had done with ease. But then I remembered, not everyone had done it. A few of us, perhaps you would call us brave or maybe even call us stupid, ventured down the rock face. And the achievement was not even the moment we made it down the rock, but that moment we each took a deep breath at the top & decided we were going to attempt it.

We all have different fears in life. Some of them we seem to be born with, & others we are conditioned to from life experiences. Some we call logical fears, & others can’t be explained but terrify us all the same. We react sometimes with tremors & shakes, while other times we become paralyzed & rooted to the spot. What is important in either situation is whether our next step is forward or back. Sometimes we go forth kicking & screaming, while other times, we go forward quietly, tears in our eyes & shaking head to toe. But whether we succeed or fail, we tried, & that’s what matters. 

Climb your mountain, or in this case, stumble down into the valley. And if you are lucky enough to have a few loving voices by your side, listen to their words of comfort as you traverse around those dark & scary places where fear resides. It’s always much less scary in the dark when you have someone else by your side. 

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