The Hopi Indians believe it is the gateway to the afterlife...
Yeah I thought that too while flying over it in a beat up Cessna.
Pre-Qtards.
The enormous caves, which radiated out from a center cavern-like spokes on a wheel, were full of artifacts, including statues, copper weapons, even granaries full of seeds. Its size indicated that 50,000 people could live inside comfortably.
But even more amazingly, the artifacts didn’t match up to anything in the known record. Rather than appearing to be of Native American origin, as one might expect, the objects had distinct Egyptian or Tibetan designs. Could there actually have been an entire civilization of Egyptians living there? If so, how did they get there?
Aliens.......
Fun stuff but hard to believe they didn’t take INE object out, or even a photograph.
PING
So let me get this right: a substantial Egyptian colony travels half-way around the world to find a spot completely hidden, nearly impossible to get to, and you can only get to it one-way, downstream, passing by a couple of thousand miles of some of the best farmland and game filled forests on earth...
OK, lets see the proof.
What a bunch of hooey.
But what those people probably don’t know is that the Grand Canyon ****might**** once have been the home of an entire underground civilization.
Always add sugar to a story for the hook.
People used to think the Mandan tribes were of Welsh origin and said they were descendants of Price Madoc.
**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.
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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.”
