The drive out to the Grand Canyon from Flagstaff was as pretty as it was uneventful. The plains and pine forests of Arizona were green, and a steady light rain fell. There was some concern that we would miss 'the good part' of the canyon. This was not the case.
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| The Liar tries to get a better view. |
The whole journey people had told us the Grand Canyon was one thing which lives up to the hype. It truly did. I cannot with words do it justice; it is vast and colourful.
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| The current club members at some hole. |
It was also rather cold. We went with the intention of doing one of the more challenging hikes from the South Rim, but within twenty minutes of our arrival we watched rain race up the canyon towards us. Shortly after that the temperature dropped below freezing. Don't let the Talk's shorts fool you; we all wound up huddled in the canteen, eating a hot lunch.
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| The Talk touches the void. |
That night we hit a few spots in Flagstaff. The Liar went to bed early, as he had to take care of himself, and we got to know the student bars. This started with a burger in the
Flagstaff Brewing Company. It turns out there are a lot of good beers made in Arizona, and we did our damn best to try all of them.
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