Here begins a chronicle of what has been and will be our trip to the West Coast. Tread, Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, Death Valley, Mono Lake, Yosemite, San Francisco, Big Sur, ... and LA I know, most sites that time, that explains it all seems to come, sigh, photo and back to the car ... which is !!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡ Forgive
before hand that we rolled up, and the arrogance that inevitably tends to be the owner of this type of writing (especially if I write)
1.Navajoland
woke up in Flagstaff. People at the gates del Grand Canyon, vestido de un verde que choca con la árida y rojiza idea que uno tiene de Arizona. Nos abastecemos en el buffet del motel en el que hemos dormido y… ¡vámonos!
El paisaje es precioso; bosques y pequeños ranchos son los que acompañan la I89 en su ascenso a la entrada sur al Grand Canyon. Tras 1h, uno empieza a estar impaciente. No sé lo que imaginaba, quiero decir, ¿qué esperar ver al llegar? Un cartel luminoso, una montaña rusa que se ve con millas de antelación y colas de turistas entrando por torniquetes. Para empezar lo que tenemos es la cola de turistas en rancheras y turismos, no hay torniquetes pero sí unas monísimas casetas de madera donde abonas tus 25$ por vehículo. Sigues conduciendo y ya dentro del Parque sin ver nada destacable… "a mí esto me recuerda a la que se monta en la pedriza…" la cosa es que de pronto la línea de árboles deja un hueco por el que ver más allá y… ¡no hay nada! y cuando digo nada quiero decir que se acaba el mundo, apenas puedes ver unos riscos en el horizonte.
Vamos al grano; cuando consigues aparcar y acercarte a la barandilla lo que puedes contemplar es un jodido agujero al infierno que va mas allá de lo que tus ojos pueden abarcar y tu mente imaginar.
¿Qué decir? Es acojonante. Este paisaje es de esos que te hacen sentir pequeño. Bueno, eso es una tontería porque ¡eres pequeño!, very small, insignificant, tiny ants are a bitch ... you just keep looking down, the fund is not. Do you see that? That's the bottom? Well, no!
Everything is crowded with tourists. Rise and fall, the costs go up more, not want to take it well but it is a premonition of what will be our future. And, as I always say, sport is like alcohol, or practice regularly and a touch of professionalism or feel fatal. We 2h. down ... We were 45 minutes and we felt that with 1h. 30m. was well.
must say that it is clear that if you want to see the Grand Canyon are 3 ways:
1 º You get a full path, one of the Guen.
2 º You get a helicopter tour and our friends David, Jose and Marta (jerks), (I mean it from the love and respect always ... and envy)
3 º I visit all the viewpoints that are along your throat.
I say this because the route enters fall within the fold of the barrel. As your landscape does not change sustancialmete background, and that demoralizes.
stopped to eat, thanks to proceeds from the buffet at the motel by Gema. Eating met one of the "rescuers" of the Canyon. Their mission: to rescue all those tourists who after a life of couch in the summer decided that under A blazing sun, and with little water - because too heavy or bulky - can be Armstrong. The strength is that he told us if you see a risk can not force anyone to withdraw can only recommend stopping, turning, etc. and charges a premium for each rescue.
That's when we decided to start up, I remembered something I had said to George when we went: "Could have been worse, could have started to decline at about 12." Worse, were the 12 and we were climbing. Fatal.
I said nothing of the fauna of the Grand Canyon ... you can see prey, sheep (one of which landed in a very professional us and other tourists). And, of course, squirrels. How cute they are! well at least the top 20 from there are like cockroaches with hair, like people but cuter.
cost us much, but we got back to the beginning of the route, the gift shop (how we humans!). It was then tested Model 3 cards, and ate at one of the viewpoints ... amazing!, Really. Huge, if it saw it got Gallardón 5 parkings and a widening with trees.
In Grand Canyon can not give him a respite from your eyes, and if not, tell that to George that in conducting its work could only see sideways views arising between the trees on your left so I shouted ¡¡¡¡¡¡ RAUL !!!!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡ Look!! when we were on the way to Monument Valley. This is how one of the phrases coined the trip: "hedge-hedge-hedge-hooooosstia-hedge-hedge-hedge."
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