Many heads perused the human guests huddling below from the storm. I'll always have a fondness for moose heads because there was one in the big central room of the lodge where I lived when I was a child.

On our final morning at the Grand Canyon South Rim, we had a quick breakfast and moseyed over to the village to see whether we could see the Canyon. We could. Mostly it wasn't snowing. We moseyed through some of the stores and notable buildings, getting some shopping done, and while Linda continued perusing the content of Lookout Studio, I moseyed out to the terraces overlooking the canyon, and to my delight discovered that the area was filled with California condors. After lunch at the Bright Angel Lodge, we beat feet for home, being stormed on pretty much the entire way, so we didn't stop except the minimal amount required to eat, get gas, stay awake, or nap.

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elf1 > El Tovar. The name comes from Don Pedro Tovar, one of the Spanish explorer Coronado's captains in their 1541 tour of the area, where they stated that no man would ever want to, or likely would, enter this horrific canyon area again.

elf1 > El Tovar, the Back Side, which faces the canyon.

elf1 > El Tovar, the Front Side, which faces Hopi House. It's a wonderful, broad porch filled with comfy chairs.

elf1 > Here's Hopi House, another Mary Colter design, now used both as a store for native (and other) arts and as a studio.

elf1 > The storm rolled in again; here's what the Grand Canyon looks like from El Tovar. Not.

elf1 > We moseyed through El Tovar's hallway. Very snazzy carved-wood doors.

elf1 > All lodges need a big central lounge area, and El Tovar is no exception.

elf1 > Many heads perused the human guests huddling below from the storm. I'll always have a fondness for moose heads because there was one in the big central room of the lodge where I lived when I was a child.

Many heads perused the human guests huddling below from the storm. I'll always have a fondness for moose heads because there was one in the big central room of the lodge where I lived when I was a child.