Just a quick explanation: in the summer of 2011, my parents decided to take all six of us (four children between 22 and 16 and two parents) on a roadtrip through -mostly- the West Coast of the USA. This was written as a diary at the time, so keep in mind that this was written by a 22-year-old who was blogging to keep family and friends updated on our whereabouts. Enjoy! – Camille
The most impressive thing I personally did and saw today was the helicopter flight over the Grand Canyon. This has nothing to do with the fact that I was seated next to the pilote (or if it does, it doesn't have that much to do with it), it's just so incredibly beautiful that it almost made sure I had no words to describe it. Or if I really had to say something about it, it would be around the lines of 'Thank you Daddy dearest for sponsoring the absurd high price you had to pay for these tickets, but my God, was it ever so much worth it'. Just imagine: rising up from the ground while hearing 'Fly me to the moon' by Sinatra in your headphones, other muzak that is oddly appropriate reaching your ears afterwards and then, when the helicopter is turning towards the Grand Canyon and you're about to get your first real good look of that canyon, you hear 'Also sprach Zarathustra'. I almost cried tears from the sheer beauty of the combination. I loved it and probably was grinning like a stupid fool during the entirety of the flight. After the visit to the canyon by chopper, we visited the canyon on foot. Well, we didn't descend because quite honestly, we'd have been walking for almost an entire day and would have had to sleep in the canyon. We're just not the Happy Camper Family, so a nice walk around the rim of the canyon was good enough for us. Only it suddenly started raining. A lot. Apparently, it's the monsoon season here right now, which means showers of rain in the (early) afternoon without all too much warning. We agreed that the rain was just a bit too much (granted, I didn't mind all that much since I was already rather wet because of a small mishap with a water fountain which I will not be getting into on this blog) and went to the hotel for some deserved margharitas. Only to realise that we needed to add rhum to the margharita mix we had bought in the food market, which we did not have. So it was just margharita mix, which wasn't too bad (so I've been told, as I didn't drink the stuff). After the margharita attempt, the parents and I went for a second walk around the rim, leaving the sisters and brother behind to do whatever they felt like (as long as they understood that there were some boundaries). We were hopeful that after the earlier showers, we would be able to walk the entirety of the rim now, or at least as much as we wanted to. Unfortunately, by the time the bus brought us to the beginning of our walk (Hermit's Rest, for those of you who are perhaps interested), the clouds were turning dark again and flashes of lightning could be seen. The wind showed up, thunder could be heard and lo and behold, our favoured walk turned once again into a very brisk walk while trying to break as much speed records as possible to reach the bus stop as soon as possible. Mum's umbrella almost flew away, we didn't get as wet as before but felt like sardines in the bus when more and more people tried to get on and we were very glad when we finally arrived at the car again. At least we can say we tried, I suppose :) Tomorrow we leave for the final leg of our Grand American Tour, which brings us to Los Angeles. Ah, what stories I might be able to tell, what film stars we will run into and what wonderful misunderstandings will we get into there... Stay tuned! PS: sorry for the strange lay-out, but internet and Word were acting weird so the copy-pasting went a bit wrong.