I woke up this day a bit more excited than most of the other days because today was the day that we were going to the Grand Canyon. I’d had never been before and had been looking forward to it all week. I was also really excited because of the snow everywhere. It was kind of refreshing to see the snow because id been so used to just sun or a little bit of rain. Living in California is like living in a bubble when it comes to weather. It rains but definitely not as much as other states and the weather is definitely better in California than most other places.
So we left the hotel relatively early and drove up towards the south rim of the Grand Canyon. The north Rim was closed because of the snow storm. On the way to the Grand Canyon we saw a bunch of Indian reservations. It had never occurred to me that I haven’t seen many native Americans in real life or an actual reservation. So seeing them from the high way was pretty cool. Although the reservations do seem to fit the stereotype of being rundown, lots of broken down cars in the front yard etc etc. It took us about an hour to get up there and an hour back but it was well worth it.
Everyone had described the Grand Canyon to me as amazing, gorgeous, breathtaking, and don’t get me wrong, it was gorgeous…it was vast, gorgeous (even more so with the snow) and a lot to take in…but I wasn’t amazed by it. When I was in Rome and I saw the Colessum for the first time, I was a bit taken back by how epic it was. I was amazed and fell completely in love with it. I was half expecting to feel the same way about the Grand Canyon but that feeling wasn’t there. But don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful, a definite must see and I want to go back and like go camping, hike, spend some time there and really try to take it all in. It was beautiful and I think everyone should go and see it.
After the Grand Canyon drove the hour back down to the I-40 and set the GPS for home. On the way we saw a place off to side having to do with the Flinstones. They apparently had campsites in the back and a restaurant called Freds Diner. Obviously this wasn’t something we could just drive by. Sara make a U turn and we went back and checked it out. The place was really weird. Really really weird. We walked into Fred’s Diner and the first thing we saw was a cut out of BamBam and a Moose head on the wall. We walked further into a shop selling Flinstones merchandise, native American jewelry and a lot of other random stuff. Sara and I walked towards the back and saw a couple of tables set up, which we assumed was Fred’s Diner. After walking around for a bit, we both started to feel dirty, it smelled so bad in there and we were surrounded by so much crap we needed to get out. Lisa stayed in for a bit and shopped around while Sara and I walked around the outside area to see what else this place had to offer. Once Lisa was done, we left.
The rest of the drive was rough, because we all knew the only thing to look forward to now was getting home. Towards the end of it, like by the time we reached Bakersfield, we all get a little restless. All of our phones were dying, we still had two more hours and we all just wanted to get out of Sara’s car and into our beds. We finally got home that night around 10 pm.
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