K.T. Rants

I have so much going on in my head lately, and I want to write about it, but since I had a ‘Spring Break Part I’ there should, logically, be a ‘Spring Break Part II.’ Even though I usually try to go against logic if I can help it, I do want to finish telling about my trip, because if I move on to other topics I won’t come back to this one.

So anyway, after Vegas we drove to the Grand Canyon - and it was, of course, BEAUTIFUL. It’s so amazing. ‘Meg’ finds it boring, but I really like it. I suppose it depends on your personality. I’m not a huge nature nut - I can’t even stand to go camping very often because I hate going without a real shower for very long - but I still find myself in awe of it. I’ve been there once before when I was little, and I enjoyed it even more then. I loved that my parents rented us a cabin, and that time we were on the North Rim, so it was really foresty (I love forests). This time we went to the South Rim, and while it was still beautiful it was more of a desert environment. I like desert okay, but I grew up in a desert environment, so it’s not as much of a novelty as a forest is. But the canyon itself didn’t disappoint, of course.

I actually climbed right up to the edge and sat with my feet dangling over. Yes, I know it’s stupid. My mom said there were people watching me while I was sitting there, waiting to see, in her words, how many times I’d ‘bounce’ when I fell off. Doncha just love my mom? Seriously. But it was a serious rush, let me tell ya. I didn’t even stand up right on the edge, I scooted back on my butt a few yards before I even risked getting up on my hands and knees. I was shaking like crazy. I’m not usually that scared of heights, but when you’re that high up with nothing to hold onto and a huge canyon just stretching out below you in all directions, it can give your system a little shock. I’m not doing that again in a hurry, I promise you.

Oh, and while I was there we had to use the public showers ’cause our little a-line pop-up trailer had none, which is no biggie. But I had brushed my teeth back in the trailer, and I’m a sort of messy brusher and there’s no mirror in the trailer. So we get to the shower building and it’s closed for a minute so they can clean it. (Hint: When using public showers, try to hit them right after they’ve been cleaned - preferably with bleach.) So while we were waiting I got in a conversation with this random guy. Later, after the showers reopened, I walked by a mirror and looked at it, and to my horror I had dried toothpaste all over my mouth. OMG I looked like the white female version of that Dave Chappelle character that does all the crack.

But soon my self confidence was reassured. I had just stepped out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror trying to brush the tangles out of my hair when this girl and her mom walk up to the shower. This girl was talking in those whiny voices you hear from the higher-class daddy’s girls. She goes, ‘…and my pedicure came off one of my feet. Oh my gosh as soon as I get home I’m going to the spa and getting a facial. Camping is so stressful….(etc etc etc)’ I just wanted to crack up. I mean, I thought I was being a priss for hating to go without a real shower. And we weren’t even in the serious camping area. The area we were in was the mostly trailers area, some tents maybe, but we weren’t more than a five minute drive from civilization. She was acting like we were camped out in the Australian wilderness or something! So yes, I have to admit that I felt a little bit better about myself after overhearing this. I’m sure she was just having a bad day…