I returned to the Grand Canyon for the first time since the trip with the guys. This trip was a family affair. The five of us slipped away late Friday night and drove halfway. In the morning we rose early enough to reach the Canyon before the sun grew too fat in the sky. Here is something I didn’t know: My mid-kid is deathly afraid of heights. I spent the majority of the trip holding his hand and coaxing him to at least look at the canyon. Here is something else I didn’t know: My body is a wreck. We didn’t walk but 2 or 3 miles and I wound up with pinched nerves and feeling pain and numbness all down the right side of my body. If this is what getting old feels like then I’m out. I need to find that magical tea Kevin Hearne keeps writing about and wipe away this nonsense.
Generally speaking the trip is a success. It represents the first time we took an extended family-only vacation, so there’s that. More interestingly we discovered an entirely separate culture there in the woods. The company that runs the Canyon operations, Xanterra, has created a very interesting multicultural environment of woods-people and small town dwellers. I’m interested in learning more and learning how to use this pocket culture as an example in my sociology courses.
Some Thoughts:
- Canyon tech is limited, so this won’t be posted until we get home tonight. By then the Giants will be 1-1 and the Jets will be 2-0. Here’s hoping!