Dia: A Lover's Revenge

Grand Canyon and Grand bitch!

     Grand Canyon. Las Vegas. 

   ~Dia Wealene~

"Woah. At last, this is Grand Canyon."

I screamed excitedly. For once, I forgot that I was a matured ass and was with Dray. Climbing up the steeps, I ran towards the railings set as borders across the edge of that hill. I put my hands on the iron bars and howled in gay. I could hear Dray chuckling behind me. 

We are at the Grand Canyon. A two-dimensional landscape whose 94 percent is a proposed Wilderness, preserved to serve such function. 

While we were marching towards the South Rim, according to the tour-guide, we'd seen cool fir forest, and gleamed the sight of other natural attributes: hot, dry forest, Riparian zones, and a million acres of wild landscape. 

We'd been also told that the landscape to the North rim is glazed with Black Brush and Cacti. And a roadless area, whose border was the Colorado waters which complimented the warm air and var