On the way from the Four Corners region, we passed countless rickety stands along the side of the road where the native americans pedaled their trinkets. One sign even said "we're the friendly indians". Unbelieveable. That was, however, a bit of a problem in some areas where we felt a bit of animosity in the air - probably deservedly so. I would feel that way if forced to live in that inhospitable area.
We arrived at the Grand Canyon late afternoon to be greeted by a hail storm even though 30 mins earlier was over 90 degrees. We continued on to the eastern edge of the park and the Desert View Watchtower. When we got there, the heavens opened up and a torrential shower soaked everyone outside - we thought we were going to be washed into the canyon with the runoff.
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