The Grand Canyon is not just a big hole.
Aug 09, 2004
Aug 29, 2004
! We drove south to Sedona, which included driving down one of the most beautiful and intense roads I have ever driven on. Basically it was a road cut into the side of Oak Creek Canyon. All these crazy, sharp hairpin turns descending deep down to the canyon floor, Celeste freaking out the whole way.
Sedona is amazing. The towering red rocks we can see from our hotel are beautiful and the town itself reflects that beauty, with only a touch of too much tourist. Oh well, I'm sure when we're out in the parks today nothing will matter.
Back to the canyon: If anyone wants to spend a week there and hike the trails...I'm ready. I've got the tent to prove it. (Not a crass joke, FYI.) --Nick
Holy shit. That's basically the only way I can describe the Grand Canyon. Everyone we talked to said it was the most incredible thing they had ever seen and even with all that hype, it still was way more than I could imagine. Celeste's fear of heights prevented us from getting closer than 500 ft. of the railing, which I begrudgingly accepted. The quote of the day goes to her as well, "I don't want 8 million pictures of the hole." Oh right. It's not that big of a deal. Luckily we got there early. For a few hours there was nothing but the sound of the wind. After lunch, we went to get another look at the canyon before we left and that beautiful sound of wind was replaced by the yammering of all these idiots pouring off of tour busses. As Celeste and I left we discussed the photos I would take as I continued our honeymoon alone considering she fell into the canyon. We visualized sad pictures of me alone at the San Diego zoo with Neal Simon singing "Slip Slidin' Away" Hilarious