After twenty-five years exploring this planet's wonders, I had never
seen perhaps the greatest of them all--the Grand Canyon.
With Adam's bachelor party in Las Vegas, Nevada,
it was an easy decision to hire a helicopter to tour the Grand Canyon.
Adam, Josh,
Matt, and I had
never been to the Canyon before, and what better way to see it for
the first time than from the heavens?
So on the Summer Solstise of the year 2002, the four bachelors boarded
the helicopter and took off from the outskirts of McCarran Airport.
Matt, Josh, and Adam--all chopper virgins--were blown away by the
smooth flying style of the aircraft. It taxied down the runway a
few feet, then exploded like a beast into the air above the strip.
The oohs and ahs filled the headphones.
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We spotted the our hotel for the night (Luxor), the UNLV Thomas &
Mack Center, then flew off to the Grand Canyon . . .
Memories of Phish
were strong on the trip, as my only other visits to Vegas centered around
the arena above.
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