Now, don’t get me wrong- that canyon in Arizona is beyond belief.
In my view it is fully deserving of all the crowds, the grand photos and books, the soul sweeping symphony, and so much more. I sat there at Grand Canyon transfixed at sunrise, mid-day, and evening. Amid the chatter of Japanese and the slurred French, I sat with moist eyes as that place slowly turned every color it could.
So, I am a Grand Canyon fan.
But get me right. In my view those Chihuahua gorges they call Copper Canyon is well deserving of the moniker “The greatest place the world has never heard of”.
Copper Canyon is…hmmm, why does every word in my basket seem so trite right now?
It seems so pointless to compare the two or to point out that Copper Canyon is “deeper and bigger”. The vary in so many ways and each is beyond belief. There are several points in which Copper has, in my view, the edge.