My brother and I made a trip to the Grand Canyon and back. We got there at about seven or eight in the morning, looked at the Canyon for about half an hour, took some pictures in front of it, and then headed back home. My brother was not a big fan of staring at "a big hole in the ground", as my dad so lovingly describes it.
I had never been to the Grand Canyon or out of the state of Texas really and I just couldn't fathom that the images seen on TV really were real somewhere, untainted by (much) smog and noise from bustling city life. I absolutely loved it...and if I had it my way, I would still be out there by the railings of the canyon, watching the sun rise.
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