Grand Canyon

I’ve never been, myself.

I understand you can fly over in a helicopter. You can trek down into the valley. You can white-water raft down the river. You can climb up or abseil down the cliffs. You can participate in archaeological digs in the bottom, or camp. You can hang glide or parasail. You can see it from space or on Google Earth or in satellite photos. You can drive almost right to the edge of the precipice in places, or even over the edge if you’re Thelma and Louise (ahhhh, Susan...sigh...) You can wander right out over the edge of it on the Skywalk. You can stay in a luxury five star hotel. You can visit at dawn or sunset. You can see it stone cold sober, wrapped in a gentle haze of soft red wine, or tripped out on LSD.

Whatever. There are lots of different ways of contemplating the abyss.