Posted on 12/06/2020 8:38:47 AM PST by Rakhi Sarkar
At 277 miles (445 kilometres) long, up to 18 miles (28 kilometres) wide, and 1 mile (1.6 kilometres) deep, the Grand Canyon is one of the most beautiful and awe-inspiring places in the United States.
The Hopi Indians believe it is the gateway to the afterlife. Its sheer immensity and mystery attracted more than 6 million visitors in 2016.
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People used to think the Mandan tribes were of Welsh origin and said they were descendants of Price Madoc.
That’s a very different type of plane!!
I am glad you got a great view.
To be frank, I wish I was more of a nature person and more in awe of it. I guess everyone is different.
I just wanted to land lol
Now the Girl I was with HATES cars and driving..terrified.
But she wasn’t afraid AT ALL in a flying box God knows how many thousands of feet off the ground!!!
I LOVE driving and I was TERRIFIED on the plane.
Accidents are VERY rate. But the survival rate sucks! :)
I was born in 1968 and saw the canyon 5 years ago.
**the Grand Canyon is one of the most beautiful and awe-inspiring places in the United States. ***
When I was first there back in 1985, the air was hazy and the view was underwhelming. I heard some teens say in a disgusting voice...”oh wow.” Not “OH-WOW!”
Personally I will take Dead Horse Point Utah any day. Saw it first back in 1955! Last in 2015.
LMAO!!
Lovelock giants for one.
That sure wouldn’t surprise me at all. 8>)
It was habitable from when God made it yes. In the old testament, it does allude to the earth being one land mass before. If that was the case, it would also explain different people being all over.
Beautiful picture. My wife I camped there and observed Halley’s Coment back in 1986. Well worth the cold temps as it was winter. Another trip in the summer we were at the lookout (probably where this photo was taken) and a thunderstorm rolled through. Got all tingly and fortunately avoided being a lightning rod and didn’t even realize it.
Beautiful country. Hayduke Lives!
>I guess everyone is different
Many years ago we used to take a DeHavilland Beaver up to a camp in Ontario. The pilot, who was in his mid to late 50s was deathly afraid of heights, to the point that he had to stay on the ground floor of buildings and, if he had to go higher he could not look out of a window.
But he had absolutely no problem with flying a plane that was older than I was.
Shades of the “Boundary” series by Spoor and Flint.
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And yet they can’t find it now
Yeah, funny how that keeps showing up. Ha ha.
Hopi/Zuni,,,
Surrounded by Navajo.
I began to notice him more and more because he had the habit of stepping over the low walls and guard rails and wandering out onto the rock outcrops to commune with nature. During a particularly lengthy period of meditation, as dozens of us tourists were waiting for a clear shot of the scenery I finally broke. “Hey, Bud, what’s your name” I called to Mr No Huevos. “Who, me? Why do you want to know?” he called back. “Because when I go home and show my pictures of the Grand Canyon to all of my friends and family and they ask “Who is that asshole in all of your pictures” I want to be able to tell them.” I called back. “Not cool, man” he said. “So I hear” I said, blank stare was all I got back from Mr No Huevos. Then an evil grin crossed his smug face “I might just stay out here, then what are you going to do?” I put one foot over the wall and said clearly and loudly “I’m going to tell the Park Ranger you fucking jumped”. He hurried past me with one last “not cool, man”, hopped in his faux bug and sped away. None of my co-tourists would make eye contact with me except for one little old lady of about 80. She grabbed my arm and said “Thank you, young man, I didn’t think that asshole would ever leave.”
The Smithsonian's inception (1846) and early growth coincided with two things in the mid 19th Century:
1. The westward expansion and detailed exploration of the central and western United States.
2. The formalization of systematic academic disciplines and university departments as we have them today.
The Smithsonian, as the premier museum in the US, faced the challenge of incorporating a vast amount of incoming data and artifacts from the American west (and indeed around the world) and quickly reconciling what they were receiving with the new "scientific" paradigms popping up in American and European universities during the second half of the 19th Century.
The tales are legion of the convenient disappearance of anomalous items and relics submitted to the Smithsonian which could not be easily explained by the science of the day. Some of these were undoubtedly hoaxes, frauds or forgeries, but I also tend to believe that where there's smoke, you'll find a flame or two as well.
Half the country can’t find any evidence of vote fraud.
Those with ears, let them hear! Those with eyes, let them see!
True that
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