The Great Salt Lake in Utah was... well, it looked amazing. It smelled... like a lake. However, its shores were riddled with dead bird carcasses. I'm not talking a few. I'm talking - fifteen within a 10' square. There were sooooooo many, all in various stages of decomposition. Why? I HAVE NO IDEA!
I was all excited, because we traveled along this specific road just so I could see the famous lake, and then... I can't even hardly walk in the sand, let alone stick my feet in water like I had originally planned. -_-
What caused all those birds to die? WHAT'S IN THAT WATER?!
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Anyway, we left there in a hurry. 'Twas exceptionally unsettling.
We made it to Bryce Canyon (which was better than the Grand Canyon, in my expert opinion). It was gorgeous - red rocks, crazy formations, Asian tourists looking at me like I'm the marvel - not the canyon.
What, have they never seen a firetruck-red haired girl with fuzzy green pants before?!
There was a surprising absence of handrails along the vast majority of the edge. Erm. And the ground was crumbly.
You best consider yourself lucky! It was so difficult to photograph when you're standing on one leg, dangling the other towards the edge, when you can feel the gravel sliding beneagth your other Converse clad foot... O_O
You're so lucky to have me. ;D
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