The South Rim of the Grand Canyon
Continued from
Go West, I Said
The first two days of my road trip around the American West were just spectacular:
There were tumbleweeds, Joshua trees and enormous crows beneath a metal-bright blue sky.
I raced mile-long technicolor trains and waved to other drivers, grinning like a fool.
I stayed the night in a former brothel along Route 66, where I had a damn fine cappuccino.
And then I walked along the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, eyes agog.
It’s really good out here.
