Grand Canyon-Personal Narrative

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The endless horizon that spreads out across the sea of barren rock and sand. The miles of multicolored stone is cleanly accented by the deep blue horizon. They air at the top whips around in an unrelenting force, swirling around you until it is the constant factor that you become use to. The air at the top would lead you to believe that it is a fall morning. For it is cool and crisp allowing you to see the puffs of air as you get your first glimpse at the vast openness of the Grand Canyon. As you walk the air slowly dies down until you become aware of the hot dry air that you are surrounded by and breathing in. At rest stops, you can smell the putrid odor of the mule dung that lays in the middle of the trail. As you walk down, you can hear

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