Last week we had an office field trip. We were sent to Rotterdam Station in the morning, where we waited in the cold, chatting away like an unsuspecting crowd. A remote-controlled car then bumped into our feet, packing a bundle of envelopes. It was soon clear that each envelope was for every pre-selected team and that we were all now part of a scavenger hunt. We had barely adjusted to the idea or people were running left to right to the first location. It felt like we were in The Hunger Games and the starting sound had just been given – things turned to a complete and utter chaos. We were given a suitcase full of props. A telephone, where we would be sent messages, a GPS device, a recording device, a map of Rotterdam, to navigate us through the city, a Russian dictionary, in case, for all I knew, we would end up in Russia. We had no clue of what was to come, but it was a thrill all day and oh did
we I want the trophy! There was a row of deciphering morse code messages, being sent from one end of the city to another, playing a gazillion games of Tetris in between and analysing and encrypting vague clues. Slowly but surely we had raced our way to the top, eliminating our competition one by one. We scavenged and we hunted and we were victorious. There’s a pure joy to be found in every achievement and this one, though small, felt immense.
Flash-back to exactly four weeks prior. K and I are hiking down the Grand Canyon trail. There are no safety barriers. I walk as closely to the rim wall as possible but every step I take feels like I am about to fall over the ledge. I close my eyes but that’s even scarier. An elderly couple passes us, excited to start the trail. Groups of people pass us in fact. Kids, they were jumping around carelessly, practically hanging from the rim, and their parents were taking photos of their children’s courageous efforts. I could not bear it anymore and told K he could do the trail without me. This was a competition I was not going to be a part of.
Never had there been a greater contrast, I’m telling you.
So! You all knew I went on a road trip last month and this Grand Canyon Photography post was bound to happen. Though scary, I did manage to shoot some photos. It was hard to pick a photo that had good lighting and composition. The day we visited the Grand Canyon, it was cloudy, rainy and foggy. At one point it started raining so hard we had to be evacuated from the area. Apparently lightning strikes often in the Grand Canyon and it has been known to kill. I wish we were there under better weather circumstances, but we weren’t. And one has to do with what one is given. I like these final edits – hope you do too!