Postcard of the Week: the Grand Canyon
The Grand Canyon in Arizona, USA, is almost 450km long was formed around 40-50 million years by the Colorado River. It’s also a UNESCO World Heritage site and I’ve heard one of the best ways to see it is to take a helicopter trip. Take a look at the video below to get an idea of its beauty.
At a lunch party a few years ago I met a man (whose name I unfortunately have no chance of remembering) who told me a fascinating story about two of his ancestors who visited the Grand Canyon. As I can’t remember his name or any specific details, I haven’t been able to find anything about it on the internet, but here’s the story:
At some point in the 19th century a Scottish husband and wife took a trip to the Grand Canyon in Arizona. It took them weeks and weeks to arrive, first by boat over the Atlantic Ocean, and then an excruciating journey overland across the United States of America to see the Grand Canyon, something which the wife had always dreamed about. This couple, not unusually for their time, did not have a great relationship. He was the master of the house and had an extremely irritating obsession with time-keeping, and thus every tiny little part of his day had to be timed and his wife had no choice but to obey. Over the years this annoying trait had fostered into an unbearable hatred on the part of the poor wife who was sick to death of her husband’s pernicketiness. He would give her only 10 minutes to eat her breakfast, and 5 minutes of reading before bedtime, as an example. She was thoroughly fed up of him and so, when finally reaching the Grand Canyon and peering over the edge, after that enormous journey, when her husband told her that she could have 10 minutes and no longer looking at the Grand Canyon before they moved on, she just flipped. She hated him with such fervour that she just flipped and pushed him! She pushed her husband off of the Grand Canyon! She was apparently then hung back in Britain for having murdered her husband.
Such an incredible story! I only wish I could remember the man’s name…
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