The Grandest (free) Canyon

Due to the time constraint of needing to be in Aspen by Monday afternoon, we were forced to stop through the Grand Canyon in somewhat of a hurry.

Upon arrival we were stunned to find out that the park was free to enter on this particular day for reasons still unknown to us.

As we exited the vehicle and passed through a wooded area to get out to the Canyon, Ben thought it a good idea to use the box of nerds in his pocket to imitate a rattlesnake sound coming from the brush. A passerby fell for his trickery and alerted her husband to the sound before continuing on their way.

As we exited the brush, there stood the grandest canyon of them all. At first sight we were all in awe, but quickly Ben decided that he must decend the mountain to interupt a couples romantic moment off on a remote rock cliff below.

Once Ben had decended the mountain in nothing but his bare feet, we took some pictures of him with the couple and a Mexican who had also braved the journey down the cliff.

With the 100 degree heat beating down on us, we soon found refuge in a nearby grocery store where we rehydrated and then continued on our journey to a little place called Aspen.

On the way out we noticed herds of star watchers flocking into the Park. Little did we know what an unbelievably clear sky the night would bring.

As we entered Arizona, something began to feel a little weird as we passed through the Indian Reservations. The grounds were littered with abandoned motor homes, old cars, and seemingly endless amounts of rubber tires.

The people there lived in total poverty. No plumbing, no electricity, nothing. Just empty lots littered with the waste of seemingly enldess generations. Were we in America? You wouldn't know by looking out the window.

As the day krept on, we passed through Mexican Hat and some of the most beautiful rock formations Arizona and Utah had to offer.

As night fell, every star in the sky could be seen out the car windows. It was getting late and everyone was getting hungry. After failing to stop at a steakhouse in Bluff, UT we thought we would be doomed to find an open restaurant at 9:30 on a Sunday night. Upon entering Blanding, UT we were greeted by locked doors at the only Subway in town. Just as we reached the end of the town, we found an open restaurant which gladly took us in and served us the worst Caesar salad thus far into the trip.

Finally, we stopped for the night in Grand Junction, CO. Only a short two hour drive to Aspen in the morning.

Bossman out

- Posted using the force of the fistpump

Location:Grand Canyon, AZ