© 2011 Richard Broadwell

We parked the silver bubble in the Morefield Campground right inside the south entrance  and just a short walk to the rim.  This time we had a pull-through spot so no backing up or hand signals required, thank you very much! We didn’t call for a reservation until the day before but miraculously we got a space.  My nerves with my humans not planning ahead but I must admit it all worked out!

It felt so good to be in the crisp cool air that once again I overdid it on the “Trail of Time” along the rim at sunset. I didn’t realize I was a mile high. On this trail each meter equals one million years of the Grand Canyon’s geologic history.  We had to keep stopping to look at various rocks along the way.  They counted down the years; this one from two billion years ago, another one from a billion, yet another from five hundred million years ago.  I was like who cares?  You’re breaking my rhythm here.  I could smell many exotic creatures nearby and I was hot on their trail.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell

The next day we moved to the Desert View Campground at the East Entrance.  I loved this campground, right on the rim and just a short walk from the Watchtower.  The tower opened in 1933 and harmonizes with the environment perfectly.

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I was just sitting on the rim minding my own business when this gorgeous Russian girl accosted me and started whispering sweet nothings in my ear.  She told my humans that dogs understand all languages but I couldn’t make out a single word she was saying.  Finally she switched to English and began telling us about her trip.

She grew up in Moscow but now lives in the Philippines.  She and her boyfriend were on their way to the Dominican Republic to do some diving and decided to see a bit of America along the way.  She and hundreds of other foreigners must have all had the same idea because English was the least spoken language on the rim.

She was totally amazed by the United States, how big, clean and well maintained everything is.  And especially how nice the people are.  She said she feels safe here and knows that if she ever needed help she could find it quickly.  She was not used to this… qualities we all take for granted.

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