2nd trip

Flagstaff

Let me tell you how we vis­it­ed the Grand Canyon. Even before my arrival, the chil­dren booked a hotel in Flagstaff for May 28, for three days.

Trip to Flagstaff.

woods on the road to Flagstaff

Flagstaff is a city in north­ern Ari­zona near the Grand Canyon. This is one of the major cities in Ari­zona, which has its own uni­ver­si­ty (there are three major uni­ver­si­ties in Ari­zona: in Phoenix, Flagstaff and Tuc­son). Although, by our stan­dards, the city is small, about 66 thou­sand peo­ple. It is locat­ed on a hill and the cli­mate there is much cool­er than in Phoenix. In win­ter there is a lot of snow and there is a ski resort. Even in this sum­mer­time, a moun­tain with a snow-cov­ered peak was vis­i­ble not far from the city. We drove to Flagstaff for two hours. Already halfway through the for­est began, which is part of the nation­al reserve. At first it was fun­ny to look at — some stunt­ed bush­es, but the sign said that we were enter­ing the Nation­al For­est. Then pine trees appeared, and as we approached the city, the pine trees became taller and more lux­u­ri­ous. Our hotel was at the entrance to the city right on the edge of a pine for­est. The room was quite spa­cious, over­look­ing the pool and jacuzzi.

In the evening we decid­ed to vis­it the obser­va­to­ry locat­ed in Flagstaff. This is one of the old­est obser­va­to­ries in the Unit­ed States, opened in 1894 and named after its founder, Perce­val Low­ell. Plu­to was dis­cov­ered in this obser­va­to­ry in 1930, and Plu­to’s moon Charon was dis­cov­ered in 1978. In order not to inter­fere with the work of the obser­va­to­ry, spe­cial lights are used in Flagstaff and the city is rec­og­nized as a “dark sky” city. In the area of​the obser­va­to­ry, the lightss are very low, closed at the top, their light is yel­low and direct­ed down­wards. There we lis­tened to lec­tures, of course, in Eng­lish. I under­stood only cer­tain words, the chil­dren trans­lat­ed some­thing for me, but I was still inter­est­ed, and this trip inspired me to read some­thing on the Internet.

I would like to wan­der around the ter­ri­to­ry longer, but it was dif­fi­cult to do it with my grand­son, and even then he did well with­stood our jour­ney. And when we were about to leave, a pro­gram for the lit­tle ones began at the obser­va­to­ry, and there they were shown var­i­ous phys­i­cal exper­i­ments, which were called tricks. The grand­son became very ani­mat­ed, asked some ques­tions, answered some­thing him­self, in a word, his mood rose sharply, and when he was bought glass­es that refract light in the gift shop and decom­pose it into a spec­trum, he was just hap­py.
The next day, in the morn­ing we had a trip to the Grand Canyon.

Grand Canyon

In the morn­ing we went to the Grand Canyon. The road ran along the same nation­al for­est with huge pine trees. We drove from Flagstaff for two hours. On the way, we met a lot of cars with trail­ers — whole huge motor homes, which have a kitchen, a bed­room, a toi­let. This is how peo­ple trav­el with­out hotels. We passed a lot of camp­sites for such cars. Before enter­ing the Grand Canyon, there is even a small air­port for small tourist planes.

Deer near the road to the Grand Canyon

The entrance to the ter­ri­to­ry of the canyon was a line of four check­points, through each of which a stream of cars moved, and dri­vers bought entrance tick­ets on the go. The tick­et cost $25 per car but was valid for sev­en days. Those. those stay­ing near the canyon can vis­it the ter­ri­to­ry of the canyon for a week with these tick­ets, but even this week is not enough to see the entire canyon, because its length reach­es 446 km.

Accord­ing to all kinds of west­erns, I imag­ined the canyon in the form of some kind of plateau cut by the canyon, and we drove into a park with huge firs, pines, firs. Bare­ly found a park­ing spot. Fur­ther along the ter­ri­to­ry of the park, free bus­es ran along the canyon, the canyon itself was not vis­i­ble. We drove the bus sev­er­al stops, got off at one of them, walked a lit­tle behind the hotels locat­ed along the bus, and I was sim­ply stunned by the view that opened before my eyes. Before us was an abyss with heaps of rocks in the form of palaces and pago­das of all kinds of col­ors and shades, from cof­fee to light pink. In a word, it can­not be con­veyed and described, even the cam­era does not con­vey this beauty.

The obser­va­tion plat­forms are fenced with pro­tec­tive bar­ri­ers, but in some places these bar­ri­ers are absent, and it is very scary to approach the edge. The depth of the canyon is about two kilo­me­ters, below you can see hik­ing trails, some hous­es. In gen­er­al, the Col­orado Riv­er flows at the bot­tom of the canyon, but it is not vis­i­ble every­where. The Grand Canyon has a sea of tourists and a land of wild ani­mals. The squir­rels go straight to the café where peo­ple eat ice cream, and when they were rid­ing the bus, they saw deer graz­ing right along the road.

We real­ly enjoyed our vis­it, it’s a pity that you can’t see every­thing in one day. Well, nonethe­less, we decid­ed that there would be a rea­son to vis­it the canyon more than once, but in anoth­er place.

In the evening in Flagstaff, my chil­drens friends and I vis­it­ed the restau­rant and swam in the pool and jacuzzi. Friends just these days were swim­ming com­pe­ti­tions with their chil­dren, and we stayed at the same hotel with them. Even in our hotel these days there were some vet­er­an marines. The men sat all evening by the pool, swim­ming, sip­ping wine from plas­tic cups and talk­ing. Glass­ware is not allowed near the pools.

The next day, on the way back, we stopped at the Mon­tezu­ma Cas­tle. The cas­tle is not relat­ed to the his­tor­i­cal char­ac­ter Mon­tezu­ma, but it is a nation­al mon­u­ment of the Unit­ed States. It is dif­fi­cult to call it a cas­tle, it is a struc­ture in the rock, nei­ther clay nor brick. There was also a small muse­um, which dis­plays house­hold items and cloth­ing of the ancient Native Amer­i­cans. Near the cas­tle there was a small lake in which the ancient Native Amer­i­cans fished.