The last time I was in Vegas, my parents, my boyfriend and I, and two of my dad's clients decided to take a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. I can tell you after a late late night I was apprehensive and a bit nauseous at the thought of flying over a mile deep canyon. Despite my queasiness, I decided that the experience would be worthwhile, knowing I may never have the chance to do it again. (I highly recommend taking the opportunity to do this if you ever get the chance. A fear of flying, however, may be an insurmountable obstacle, as the pilots like to take chances and wow passengers with their daring flying abilities.) We flew over Lake Mead, Las Vegas' only natural water resevior, and the Hoover Dam. Our pilot was incredibly knowledgable concerning the land surrounding Vegas and that part of the canyon. We learned that Vegas has an increasingly concerning water problem. That is, if the city or the state of Nevada doesn't implement an innovative water recylcing program and SOON, Vegas' water well just may run dry. Scary thought.
The sights of the trip were absolutely breathtaking! Half an hour into the trip we stopped for lunch and cheap champagne at the bottom of a bend in the canyon, and got to do a little off-road exploration. Pictured above is me and Heath, my boyfriend, taking a look into the deep-below. We were in Vegas for my 22nd birthday, September 2nd, and let me say, that the bottom of the Grand Canyon on Labor Day weekend was HOT-T-T!!! I must have drank eight bottles of water.
My dad, one of the most affable, albeit impatient/energetic/can't-sit-still people in the world, asked our pilot to '86 the commercialized bus tour part of the trip, and fly us back over the Hoover Dam on our way back to the airport. Our pilot's name was Eric, and since he received payment by the day and not for each trip, as he later explained to us, he was more than happy to comply with this unorthodox request. Just before returning to the airport, he took us for a bonus flight over the strip, and that was a sight, for sure. I guess when walking down L.V. Boulevard I've never really stopped to consider the monstrous buildings and interesting architecture, but flying 500 feet above them, they seemed wholly majestic.
Anyway, I guess I just wanted to make my blogging debut by reliving my treck down into the Grand Canyon and offer a positive testimony to anyone interested in taking the worthwhile trip. So worth it!
The sights of the trip were absolutely breathtaking! Half an hour into the trip we stopped for lunch and cheap champagne at the bottom of a bend in the canyon, and got to do a little off-road exploration. Pictured above is me and Heath, my boyfriend, taking a look into the deep-below. We were in Vegas for my 22nd birthday, September 2nd, and let me say, that the bottom of the Grand Canyon on Labor Day weekend was HOT-T-T!!! I must have drank eight bottles of water.
My dad, one of the most affable, albeit impatient/energetic/can't-sit-still people in the world, asked our pilot to '86 the commercialized bus tour part of the trip, and fly us back over the Hoover Dam on our way back to the airport. Our pilot's name was Eric, and since he received payment by the day and not for each trip, as he later explained to us, he was more than happy to comply with this unorthodox request. Just before returning to the airport, he took us for a bonus flight over the strip, and that was a sight, for sure. I guess when walking down L.V. Boulevard I've never really stopped to consider the monstrous buildings and interesting architecture, but flying 500 feet above them, they seemed wholly majestic.
Anyway, I guess I just wanted to make my blogging debut by reliving my treck down into the Grand Canyon and offer a positive testimony to anyone interested in taking the worthwhile trip. So worth it!
