This was the part of our
road trip that started with a town called Williams nicknamed the gateway to the
Grand Canyon**. Three nights here may seem like a lot to most people as its
basically two streets of Route 66 food venues, motorbikes and other road trippers. However
it’s safe to say this place hasn’t been spoilt by success the way Sedona
has.
But I digress…Drink, drunks, golf buggy taxis and a new cowboy hat later we had explored the town in its entirety which is why this post is pretty much solely about the inexplicable. A brilliant topic for an essay if I do say so myself!
But I digress…Drink, drunks, golf buggy taxis and a new cowboy hat later we had explored the town in its entirety which is why this post is pretty much solely about the inexplicable. A brilliant topic for an essay if I do say so myself!
One thing I would
advise when going to GC is make sure you pick the right side. Those films when a lone hiker gets to the edge just as the sunrises and are the only one around like they’re in some post apocalyptic park? I believe that to be the North side. The
south side is a no less beautiful, but more established tourist attraction. It has a hotel, ice cream stands, a café and the tamest squirrels and
chipmunks in AZ***.
We were only there for a few hours and if I ever get the chance to do it again I’d definitely pay for an overnight stay or hike down to the bottom. The thing I found most peculiar about the Grand Canyon was how not scared I was of being on the edge. As someone who has had trouble looking down from a high car park before, the sheer enormatude**** seemed to have a soothing effect on me. I even sat out on the side casually calm, it felt a little like home.
I reckon those that don’t believe in a higher
power might just question this when faced with the Grand C, and
those of us that do can just say fan-bloody-tastic God type, You had a good
day there. Hanging out with my
family on the edge of the Canyon, watching two storms join up was
everything. I immediately knew this was to be a lasting and favourite memory, of the holiday and my life.
...Next time High Luxury at Tuscon.
*Handy when you’re a
writer!
**answers on a postcard as to why.
***Probably, I didn’t
ask all of them.
**** New word I just made up.
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Your photos are fantastic! what a fantastic trip! xx
Oh thank you! It truly was a once in a lifetime experience.
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