Personal Narrative: The Grand Canyon

Of all of the things that I remember from my childhood, my memories of visiting national and state parks are of my fondest. I remember everything from the games that my family and I played in the car, to stopping at a diner on Route 66. I could not pick one of the places we went to as my favorite because all of them seemed to have their own hidden beauties. One of the most memorable trips was when we visited The Grand Canyon, Carlsbad Caverns, Arches, Zion, and Petrified Forest. Before I get started with the memories from the road trip I should first tell you about one of the main pieces in each of my memories: my brother Kyle. The basics about my brother are that he is two years older than me, he has brown hair, green eyes, and seems to always …show more content…
We decided to not take the hike down to the caves and just take the elevator because the hike would just take too much time and we had arrived too late in order to take the hike. We were packed in the elevator like sardines, it was not a pleasant ride on the way down. Stepping out of the elevator we were instantly standing beneath stalactites which just looked like more dangerous icicles. I was more fascinated with how there was an underground restaurant than exploring the caverns. After a few steps past the restaurant, the sheer size of the caverns was soon made apparent to me. We decided to have lunch at the underground cafeteria twenty minutes after eating my dad started feeling claustrophobic, he insisted that we stay and explore before he ascended the elevator. Now that it was just my brother, mother, and I we started walking around following along to the self-guided audio tour. After finishing the tour we ascended the elevator and stepped back into the light of day. We found my dad and got back on the road. We decided to go and check-in at our hotel and call it a …show more content…
When we got there and finally looked over the canyon the smoke from the forest fire that was burning made it to where the other side of the canyon could not be seen. It was pretty uneventful because what we went there to see was masqueraded by a smokescreen. Looking around at the other tourists nearby all of them shared the same look of disappointment. Their faces looked as if they just won a dollar on a game show when they could have won a million. The people who seemed the most disappointed were the ones from other areas of the world who had to go to great lengths to travel out to the Grand Canyon. Since the view was concealed in a thick layer of smoke we decided not to stay very long and just find another activity to do. We decided to go back into town and go putt-putting and then see a movie. After dinner that night we packed up most of our luggage so we could leave relatively early the next