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The Grand Canyon on Acid


The rhythm of sunset rolling over the canyon was disrupted by the fire I’d set in my kitchen: a beer-can stove I’d fueled with the wrong type of gas. Its flames danced on Bright Angel Creek’s bank, illuminating my campsite and licking up my leg when I tried to stomp it out. I’m going to burn down the Grand Canyon, I thought. Continue Reading

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