A few years back (do you ever do that and then have the realization I just did, that “a few years back” was, in fact, EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO! Yeesh) the lady in my life and I checked off a couple of items from our bucket list. We went to Las Vegas and arranged a side trip to the Grand Canyon.
There’s no place like Las Vegas. Ridiculous, tacky, materialistic, the most expensive kind of cheap, and a lot of fun. The real adventure of the trip was going to the canyon. There are several ways to make this happen. Rent a car and drive (no thank you), hop on a bus and use an entire day going there and back again (with most of the day actually chewed up by getting there and back again), or by hopping in to a tiny plane and flying. If memory serves, we did this for less than/same as a pair of tickets to see the Blue Man Group. Round trip flight, meal at the canyon, and hours to enjoy it all. Sounded great!
When I say a small plane, I mean a SMALL plane. My lady was (and still is, honestly) unamused by this sight as we walked onto the tarmac:
It was four or five across and shoulder to shoulder. The flight to the western rim of the canyon took about 40 minutes and included passing over Lake Mead and the Hoover Dam.
Once you get to the Grand Canyon itself, you realize just what a natural marvel it is. We all know it’s a big hole in the ground, but until you experience it in person, I don’t think you understand how BIG a hole it is. Beyond its sheer size, it’s also stunning. Here are three images from that incredible trip:
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Hi Jay,
Thanks for sharing 😃 I never know what your next ’Stories Are My Life’ email will bring!
Driving as part of longer vacations, I’ve been there twice, and the most amazing thing was going gradually up hill and then seeing the canyon, relatively suddenly. I’m still amazed at how little any pictures do it justice, it’s simply the biggest hole in the ground I’ve ever laid eyes on. Photos just don’t give that sense of depth that surprised me in person.
Joanne
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