As we drove up from the south, nearing the entrance to Grand Canyon National Park, the flow of cars began to slow. At first, I thought it was construction or maybe a scenic overlookâbut then I noticed the cause: a wildlife traffic jam. Pulling off to the side, I stepped out and felt the hush of the forest around me. Across the road, just beyond the tree line, a small herd of elk grazed lazily, unfazed by the line of gawking travelers. Among them stood a young bull, his antlers still growing into their full majesty, carrying himself with the quiet confidence of an animal that knows this land is his.
