A Train Ride to the Grand Canyon

After a bads night sleep, we had our first Camper breakfast. We actually worked together pretty well, so that we were ready in time to walk to the train station. As our campground was in Williams, some good miles away from the Grand Canyon, we'd take the historical train to the famous landmark. We were met by the Williams tourism office representative Heather and got our train tickets. But before we could board the train, a little immersive Western show introduced us to the day ahead. It was kinda cringe but still cute (especially for kids) and I was pretty shook when they shot with their pistols. The horses around seemed to be used to the loud noises. After 15mins, we could finally get into our first class waggon. The seats were pretty comfortable and our service lady was full of bad dad jokes. We even had snacks and drinks included, which I immediately used to fill my stomach. Gotta say: The pastries ain't as good as in Germany.
In the next 2,5hrs, the landscape changed from forest to open wide fields and back to forest again. The whole experience was quite relaxing and I enjoyed it pretty much.
When we arrived, we made our way to the Pink Jeeps, as this would be our tour today. I disliked the really bright shining jeeps within seconds. Not because I thought the pink was against every colour around us, but because the seats weren't ordered to the front, but onto the sides, so that one half of the passengers had the Canyon in their backs, and the other half had their miserable faces in front of it. Also, the sides were open, and the two drivers did maximise the allowed speed limit (55mph!), so that we all had stiff necks after about 2mins in it. We drove to several different lookouts to see the world famous Grand Canyon. Of course, the sheer expanse of it was breathtaking. However, I expected it to be more red and somehow it wasn't. And the more people around me said how amazing the Grand Canyon is, the more I closed myself off to the beauty of it.Okumaya devam et