We didn't get a chance to hike, but it was still amazing. Because it's the Grand Canyon. And because in taking Ellison for a visit (if only for a few hours) I felt like I was meeting the call of both parental and patriotic duty. Nothing could dampen my enthusiasm because I was in it for not only for Ellison, but for the entire United States of America.
I felt like Clark Griswold on his way to Wally World. But in the end Ellison was sufficiently impressed... with the golf-ball sized hail. Of course. And maybe even a little bit with the canyon itself.