Personal Narrative: My Journey Into The Grand Canyon

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My journey started in the Grand Canyon. With little backpacking experience and being barely old enough to vote, I drove the sleepless eleven-hour drive to the legendary ravine. People gave inquiring glances, wondering what a young man was doing all alone, carrying a backpack three quarters his size. I didn’t blame them. Most only go to the canyon to see it from the rim, with few daring to journey within. But my drive for adventure overpowered my fear, and I took my first steps into the canyon. Over the next three nights I explored its heart, journeying the vertical mile of trails to the bottom where the rock meets the Colorado River. Its crimson layers looked even more elegant from within. I dipped my raw feet into the freezing water of the
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