So the Grand Canyon. What is there to say? It’s amazing. I was worried about all the commercialization because that’s what I hated about Niagara Falls. When I recall my visit there, I think not about the majesty of the falls but about the obnoxiousness of all the people and gift shops and parking lots that surround them.
Luckily the Grand Canyon was a different experience, at least for me. Yes there are LOTS of people and LOTS of shops/lodges/visitor centers and LOTS of parking lots and cars. But there was also many moments when we found ourselves walking or standing near the canyon all alone.
As I mentioned, we camped there Monday night, and we packed up camp right away in the morning. Like 6 because we slept so poorly. Ludicrous right? Our first stop was the canyon coffee shop so we could get caffeine and also steal electricity to charge my camera battery. As we were walking out, I glanced to my right and saw a big hole in the ground. “Holy crap is that it right there?” It was. So we walked out to see the canyon for the first time. You really can’t quite believe it until you see it.
Then we took a shuttle that goes to one of the furthest points with several stops along the way. I thought it was a pretty good way to see the canyon. You get many different vantage points, and there’s the option to walk from point to point and then hop back on the shuttle when you feel like it.
I don’t even know what to show you because none of my photos look any different from other GC photos, but here’s the muddy river that created this behemoth:

And here’s one that doesn’t even come close to demonstrating the vastness of this thing:

And for good measure, here’s proof that we were indeed there:

We probably could have stayed longer, but we had a five plus hour drive to get to our hotel for the night, so we left the park in the early afternoon. When you get up at 6 apparently you can get a lot done! The road to the east exit of the park runs along the canyon so we made a lot of stops on our way out, as well.
Once outside the park I was fascinated by all the roadside “Indian” (I’m really uncomfortable with that term for Native Americans, but that’s what the signs said. I think it’s done to appease all the white tourists.) shops that mostly sold hand-crafted jewelry. I was hankering for an authentic hand-made turquoise piece because it’s my birthstone, but I didn’t buy anything. To be honest, I like subtle, simple turquoise and all these pieces were a little much for me.

We didn’t plan the next phase of our trip very well because we made a last minute decision to visit Bryce Canyon and never changed our hotel reservation to accommodate that. So Monday night, after GC, we drove all the way to Hurricane, UT which took us through Zion National Park. The original plan was to stay in Hurricane and explore Zion all day Tuesday. But instead we stayed in Hurricane, then drove back through Zion Tuesday morning to get to Bryce, then drove back through Zion on the way to Las Vegas. Did you get that? Three times through Zion! Which is a stunning place, so we didn’t mind, but the backtracking was silliness on our part.
Anyway, boring details, sorry. The point is that we drove through Zion Monday evening and stayed in Hurricane overnight. I started feeling sick that night, too. I had a sore throat all day, but I wasn’t too concerned. However, when I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to puke, then I worried. Sick while traveling? Again? Fuck.
I don’t yet have my Zion or Bryce pictures uploaded, so I’ll share those next time.
(You love my trip recaps, don’t lie.)