One of the attractions for me are the skeletons of trees long dead that still stand as sentinels along the rim. These trees, though not very big, are old and, if they could talk, would tell stories of their many seasons, the coming and going of people, the adventure with the California condors, the songs and dances that were sung below them and the events that led to the preservation of the Grand Canyon. Wouldn't we all love to hear just a few of those stories?