“The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been before.” – Allen Ashley-Pitt
Perhaps I went to one too many concerts in the dank, cave-like concert venues of Seattle. Perhaps it’s because I’m from a small community in a small town in a valley known for tulip farms. Perhaps it’s due to my preference for solitude instead of the hustle and bustle of a crowd. It’s probably a little of all of these things, but the fact remains: I hate being caught up in a crowd. So much so that I’ll skip out on a site or event if I feel like the crowd will be unbearable. Can’t do it.
So, when we went to the Grand Canyon this spring, I was quietly dreading the inevitable hordes of people pushing up against me, chattering incessantly, taking ridiculous amounts of selfies, and being generally obnoxious.
Sure enough, it was crowded. There was a line of vehicles leading into the park, and many more packed into the parking lots. People milled about in the walkways outside the visitor center, and the current of bodies flowed along the rim of the canyon like an army of ants. But then, we saw it…
…the Grand Canyon, in all of its splendor. [Read more…]