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I haven’t seen very much in my life. In one trip from Minnesota to California, I saw mountains for the first time, a real desert, Mount Rushmore, a caldera made from an asteroid collision, and the Grand Canyon.
They were all really astonishing, but the Grand Canyon really stood apart from the others. We arrived and I noticed how much colder it was there than it was before we started up. We parked and followed all the people to a lookout building that had a winding staircase inside of it. I finally got up to the second floor and looked out over the canyon. All I saw was fog, unfortunately. Unfortunate at first. It was the most fog I’d ever seen and it would surrender a glimpse of the edges and other large features of the canyon every now and then. Then, in one fell swoop, the fog cleared up and I saw more and more of the canyon. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. It’s kind of like one of those super high definition photographs you can find online that allows you to keep zooming and zooming until you see a man sitting on his porch. I just kept staring and staring moving my gave every minute or two. It was just too much.
One of the other things that I really enjoyed about my visit to the Grand Canyon was the fact that there were just hundreds and hundreds of Europeans there. It would have been late July or early August when we were there. I heard people speaking French, German, Spanish (with a lisp!), and a lot of people with English, Scottish, and Irish accents. I don’t know if there are that many European tourists there year-round or not. Maybe it was that time of the year when a bunch go on holiday or something. The one English speaker that I talked to said that people over there love our national parks system.
One of my favorite memories happened when we were driving out of the park. We saw 20+ cars pulled over on the sides of the road all of a sudden, so we pulled over to see what it was. We saw a big crowd so we got out and looked over to the side of the road to see a HUGE elk, I assume, that had the biggest spread of antlers I’d ever seen. I’m from Texas and I’ve seen huge antlers before, but this was some straight up whimsical Harry Potter looking shit. Everyone was yelling at family members that were approaching the site of the elk and they were shouting in different languages. They’d shout out as they saw each one. Uno! Deux! Drei! and the occasional “Holy shit!” from the Americans there. It was a lot of fun and everyone was so happy to be there.
I can’t wait to go back one day!