"Leave it as it is. You cannot improve on it. The ages have been at work on it, and man can only mar it." (Roosevelt on the Grand Canyon)
Diana & I decided to make the absolute most of our coinciding Spring Breaks. Instead of taking a flight and then renting a car to hike the Grand Canyon, we drove around 2,800 miles, 40 hours, and burned a surprising amount of gas.
We sped through the comedically desolate cities of West Texas, literally played in the White Sands of New Mexico, visited our long lost parents in Albuquerque, left tire marks on the Historic Route 66, drove endlessly towards the San Francisco Peaks, topped off in Flagstaff, and then spent the next few days hiking, then cramping, and finally blistering on trails of the Grand Canyon, a place where you can walk and sweat on God’s great design of erosion.
The trip home was more or less the same, except with a self-guided tour of Breaking Bad, truly scary Texas roads at night, and a couple hand-picked tumbleweeds off the highway (tumbleweeds are so funny).
And it was all worth it, because we would have missed so much if we sat in plush seats thousands of miles in the sky, letting some other driver navigate our journey.