Post by Upinsmoke47 on Nov 30, 2012 2:54:00 GMT
This story isn't completely amazing, nor life changing, but it is a memorable and true experience.
I am sorry about how long it is, I just felt like I needed to share it. No need to actually read it, if you don't want to.
About two summers ago, on summer break, my middle-aged dad, and old grandpa went on a trip to Vegas. It was only for two days, and nothing really exiting happened. However, after that we went to The Grand Canyon. We stayed there for a week, and it was amazing.
I can't remember what the hotel we stayed in was called, but it had a quaint feel about it. It made you seem big, or important. It was a while away from the actual Canyon, but it was as close as we could get and have free breakfast.
At 5 in the morning the next day, we all got up. As you could imagine, it was a little early for someone with nocturnal tendencies. Dad, Grandpa and I drove about 30 minutes out, and away, from the Grand Canyon to a place where, for a sum of money, can schedule a flight over the Grand Canyon in a helicopter, which before then I have never seen a real one so close. I saw old news copters in the sky once or twice, but never so close.
Of course I was exited. I was still a 5-year-old at heart, after all. I was jumping around, and gushing on how much i wanted to be a pilot when I was younger.
At 6:30 or so, we learned how to stay safe in a helicopter, and learned how big the Canyon was, and how we were only going to see a small bit of it.
Getting into the copter, My father and grandpa sat in back, while I sat next to the pilot. Three words.
So.
Many.
Buttons.
Anyways, he made us put earmuffs on, which doubled as music playing devices, and tripled so we could talk to anyone in the copter. First came a slow instrumental when we set off.
I remember that the pianos hit as soon as we saw the canyon. It was far, but took only a couple of minutes to get over it.
I felt so small.
Words don't describe. I know you have heard this at least once, but it is so true.
You can't imagine how big it is.
We were over it, and I felt like an insect stuck in a web. At points, when we flew, it seemed like we were going nowhere. I wouldn't have known better if the rocks on the bottom of the Canyon weren't moving like they did.
There is absolutely no possible way to explain the sheer size of it, but I can explain the sight.
Decorated in browns and yellows, one would think colors like that would be ugly. However, it worked. The green grass on the top of the canyon helped accent this, but one color stood out the most.
Red.
If you have ever seen a movie with a panoramic shot of the canyon, you know that it is red, and brown, and yellow. But you will never know HOW Red, or Brown, or Yellow it is. Adding a sunrise to that, and it is one of the most magical sights you will ever see in your life. I just stared as violins played their soothing tone. I may have mumbled answers to my dad's questions, but I can't remember. I can only remember the beautiful sights.
I came back to the hotel, and the first thing I did was call my girlfriend, as she requested I did.
I don't remember our exact conversation, but I do remember , when I came back, that she told me how quiet I was. I didn't notice it until she told me, but thinking back on that day, all i did was whisper.
The Canyon talked to me, and no matter how big I felt in the hotel, it's voice made me feel small. Not insignificant, not unimportant. Just small.
I am sorry about how long it is, I just felt like I needed to share it. No need to actually read it, if you don't want to.
About two summers ago, on summer break, my middle-aged dad, and old grandpa went on a trip to Vegas. It was only for two days, and nothing really exiting happened. However, after that we went to The Grand Canyon. We stayed there for a week, and it was amazing.
I can't remember what the hotel we stayed in was called, but it had a quaint feel about it. It made you seem big, or important. It was a while away from the actual Canyon, but it was as close as we could get and have free breakfast.
At 5 in the morning the next day, we all got up. As you could imagine, it was a little early for someone with nocturnal tendencies. Dad, Grandpa and I drove about 30 minutes out, and away, from the Grand Canyon to a place where, for a sum of money, can schedule a flight over the Grand Canyon in a helicopter, which before then I have never seen a real one so close. I saw old news copters in the sky once or twice, but never so close.
Of course I was exited. I was still a 5-year-old at heart, after all. I was jumping around, and gushing on how much i wanted to be a pilot when I was younger.
At 6:30 or so, we learned how to stay safe in a helicopter, and learned how big the Canyon was, and how we were only going to see a small bit of it.
Getting into the copter, My father and grandpa sat in back, while I sat next to the pilot. Three words.
So.
Many.
Buttons.
Anyways, he made us put earmuffs on, which doubled as music playing devices, and tripled so we could talk to anyone in the copter. First came a slow instrumental when we set off.
I remember that the pianos hit as soon as we saw the canyon. It was far, but took only a couple of minutes to get over it.
I felt so small.
Words don't describe. I know you have heard this at least once, but it is so true.
You can't imagine how big it is.
We were over it, and I felt like an insect stuck in a web. At points, when we flew, it seemed like we were going nowhere. I wouldn't have known better if the rocks on the bottom of the Canyon weren't moving like they did.
There is absolutely no possible way to explain the sheer size of it, but I can explain the sight.
Decorated in browns and yellows, one would think colors like that would be ugly. However, it worked. The green grass on the top of the canyon helped accent this, but one color stood out the most.
Red.
If you have ever seen a movie with a panoramic shot of the canyon, you know that it is red, and brown, and yellow. But you will never know HOW Red, or Brown, or Yellow it is. Adding a sunrise to that, and it is one of the most magical sights you will ever see in your life. I just stared as violins played their soothing tone. I may have mumbled answers to my dad's questions, but I can't remember. I can only remember the beautiful sights.
I came back to the hotel, and the first thing I did was call my girlfriend, as she requested I did.
I don't remember our exact conversation, but I do remember , when I came back, that she told me how quiet I was. I didn't notice it until she told me, but thinking back on that day, all i did was whisper.
The Canyon talked to me, and no matter how big I felt in the hotel, it's voice made me feel small. Not insignificant, not unimportant. Just small.
