The first time I "saw" the Grand Canyon was when I was getting a ride back home from California with my aunt and her friends. I was 19 and would take long naps on the drive probably to avoid having to make conversation with my aged car mates. They woke me up at an overlook and I dragged myself over to the edge and peered over. The canyon was big. I went back to sleep. This trip I was more mature and more appreciative. Bill and I spent 4 days hiking and appreciating the views and the wildlife.
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