The Grand Canyon

It's Friday night. I'm sitting on the sofa between Casey and Avery watching Pulp fiction..for like the 12th time this week. I decided two things. I need to get movin if I'm going to get this redbox back before nine and I want to see the Grand Canyon. So, grabbed the DVD and my toothbrush and headed to Arizona.


Did you even know there was a Manderfield in Utah?


This is the breakfast nook of my dreams!


This was carved into the table of my dream breakfast nook. Rock on ya'll!


So Tony was texting me driving directions throughout the night. But I guess neither of us thought to check and see if the park was even open. So I ended up driving around to the south rim.


I stopped at this not so scenic spot on the side of the road for a breakfast of coke and oreos stolen from some dead guy.


I love the Colorado. It makes me think of Indiana Jones


I really have no idea where this hole is located or what its even called. But I hiked around and down in it a little before I started imagining myself falling to the bottom and being trapped under a rock and having to cut my arm off. And then I started taking note of what I had on me that I could use to cut my own arm off and realized my car keys wouldnt cut through bone so I booked it out of there.



Look! A penguin at the Grand Canyon !




I spent alot more time than I thought I would. But the thought of sleeping in my car again gave me the encouragement I needed to drive until I got home. I'm not going back. The Grand Canyon kinda blows. Only three and a quarter stars