The first time I saw Grand Canyon it was at sunrise: there were -9 degrees (celsius) and I cannot understand the real magnificence of it.
We came back to have an hot coffee, to talk with the ranger about trails conditions and then we returned on the rim's edge to start the hike with a couple of brand new crampons (Kaibab's trailhead was iced)....
And in that moment, for the real first time, I saw The Grand Canyon.
And I cried.
I will never forget what I felt.
Classic images, indeed. But every time I look these I perfectly remember THAT feeling and the moment I took picture...