Finding America
Cowboy westerns have always held an allure for me growing up. The sight of a person astride a steed; making their own rules as they lead their vagabond life was strangely magnetic. The rugged backdrop, the unambiguous contrast between good and bad and the primitive charms of red Indians made westerns a good balance of entertainment and intrigue for a young boy. When we contemplated our spring break this year we knew it would be a road trip. We were torn between the californian coast or the the south western states. Familiarity with the former and the mystic of the latter coupled with an exciting trip that our friends had undertaken recently led us to the southwest. The next 5 days were pure magic! We started our south western adventure with a short flight to Phoenix. The cacti and red rocks gave us a glimpse of what lay ahead. We drove from Phoenix to the village of Grand Canyon. We had seen the magnificent sight eight years earlier; but were determined to do more this time. We hit the...