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I'm glad that you and kj got away for a while, and that you enjoyed the Grand Canyon. They've made it friendly to the point of being obsequious, you're quite correct; whereas all I was looking for was perhaps a cold rusty pipe to take a shower from when I climbed out of the Canyon, they had a bank, a supermarket, a commissary, just as you said, right down to the color-coding.

One of the most notable and disturbing aspects of the Grand Canyon, though, was how its expansiveness and grandeur have a psychological half-life of about two minutes. We were in utter awe of the place when we hit it, and minutes later could not see it as anything more than a big hole in the ground. I felt very convicted by my inability to retain any sense of wonder about it. It was gorgeous, and I struggled in vain to even care; I think about the first explorers to come across it -- Kit Carson, the Oregonians, the prospectors -- how the mere sight of it reverberated through the rest of their lives -- and how I've been to the bottom of it, pulled memories and pictures out of it, and all I can say is that it was "nice". I'd like to think it's what Toad was writing about in their song "Butterflies" -- "weird, when you get close to something that big, you can't see anything at all" -- but I suspect that the truth is that our generation has become resistant to wonder.

But there were showers, the sunrises and sunsets got through with intensity, and I was very thankful for the commissary when we crawled, dehydrated and hungry, out of the belly of the canyon. I do hope that you enjoyed yourselves, each other's company, and got some distance away from anything digital. I remember reading that you took pictures on _film_.

- Clinton
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