Grand Canyon - Night

 

 

Remember those old western movies where the baddies tied the defenseless prostitutes to the train tracks so the heroic cowboys could save them at the last second right before a train ran them over? Well, this was kinda like that, except there were no baddies, I'm not a defenseless prostitute, and no heroic cowboy came to save me at the last minute before a train ran me over. These train tracks were right by the rim. So naturally, we laid down on them. It was my idea, I thought it would make for a funny photograph. Am I right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Grand Canyon at night. Trust me, it's there. Cause I almost fell in. That's cause I couldn't see the darn thing. Even though there was a full moon, there wasn't much to see.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me at the gift shop at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. With this hat I look just like John Popper of Blues Traveler, or so I thought.

 

 

 

Tim trying on a weird cowboy hat. We didn't have anything better to do, so we goofed around in the gift shop.
 

 

 

 

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