We walked past some rustic buildings down a narrow path that had a pretty sharp drop off on either side. I think I must’ve been saying something about the dangers of straying from the path – that people had maybe died there – anyway, I was talking with Joyce when we got to the end of the path. There were about a dozen people standing and sitting around there, and I felt like I had just been shouting in church. Everybody was very, very quiet. Hushed. Awestruck. A communing experience.
But to my everlasting surprise, I saw the Grand Canyon as nothing more than a really big hole, thankyouverymuch. Bryce Canyon is a much more interesting version of the same thing. And not so hushed.
== PT, iPaddict
This is all true. She nails it. Every time I go someplace supposedly noteworthy the weather’s bad or the crowds are horrendous or it just doesn’t match the hype.
I like her idea of staying home and looking at pictures. But she should have mentioned YouTube.