A Jamaican in the Grand Canyon

As our tour bus passed the stone angel at the entrance of the Hoover Dam, Kanan, our fellow passenger from Dubai, my wife and I marveled at the sheer genius that it took to imagine and construct this engineering marvel. As I gazed at the 726 foot concrete wall, I was once again reminded of the remarkable talent that North Americans have to pull together and create something spectacular. And it was.

From Lake Mead to the "Gothic-inspired balustrade," the Hoover Dam was an extraordinary site to behold as we made our way from the bright lights of Las Vegas on our way to the Grand Canyon. But we also had a few diversions. Our tour guide, Jim, regaled us with all kinds of stories about Las Vegas and its suburbs. He also showed us videos about early pioneers such as John Wesley Powell and took us through Route 66 where we met the family of the late Juan Delgadillo of Snow Cap fame, who are still continuing the old man's tradition of fake mustard and dead chicken sandwiches. And that was only the start of the journey.

And although Jim had prepared us by telling us all about rock formations and the uplifting of Paleozoic strata (yeah, Jim knows his stuff!), we were not ready for the sheer majesty of the Grand Canyon. It was more impressive than I had ever imagined and also humbling.

From the safety of the barrier at Yavapai Point and watching the Colorado River--a brown snake winding through rock--I realized that I was looking back to the earliest cooling of our planet to the uplifting and folding of tectonic plates into mountains and plateaus of grandeur. We were witnesses to the marriage of stone and water--the obduracy of stone and the subtlety of water that created intricate caverns and monuments of quartz that mark their brief stay with beauties and disasters before they crumble into sand and join the detritus of time.

Staring out into the vastness of the canyon, I also wondered if at fifty, a casual observer could have said as she witnessed my passage through time--the things I have created and destroyed-- and said, "It is good."

The feeling of awe remained with me as we drove back to Las Vegas that shimmered in the distance. And even after a day's tour, Jim still managed to keep our interest with trivia: Why does the Luxor have a spotlight on the top and smaller lights running up and down the sides? Why does the MGM have a green color at night? (You'll have to book with Jim to get the answer.)

As we left the tour bus with our friend Kanan, I also understood that for all its twisting and turning, its upheavals and settlings, the Earth needs us and we need it to tell the stories of our travels through time.

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A Jamaican in Las Vegas (Part One)

The minute I landed in Las Vegas--a city ripe for the destruction by the God of wrath from my fundamentalist childhood--I knew my ideas about sex, sin, and scarcity would be challenged. But here I was in the middle of "Sin City" celebrating my fiftieth birthday and checking out things for myself.

As my wife and I walked through the McCarran Airport, we were immediately confronted with the famous "one arm bandits," and by the time we reached the Luxor, we had already had an eyeful of moving billboards on flatbed trucks with the signs: "Girls who want to meet you." For if ever there was a place built with a purpose, it is Las Vegas--a city founded on the idea of satisfying Alpha male desires that revolve around sex, power, and chance.

A vacation in Las Vegas is like living through a twenty-four hour after-party with an anal retentive host. Sure, every now and then you'll run into an empty beer can or a corner where someone has hidden a glass of whiskey (I hope!), but for the most part the streets are very clean. And I am convinced that the many moving walkways above the streets that connect the hotels are designed not only to keep the pedestrians always from the traffic, but also to get the visitors back to their rooms, even if they are too drunk to walk. All they have to do is plop down on the walkway and hold on (not too fast, now) and try to make it to the next one, and the next one, and the next….

So, yes, I will admit it was a lot of fun taking "The Deuce" down to the Stratosphere and seeing so many places that I'd only seen in the movies (Sahara, Frontier, Caesar's Palace) and wondering how many of the many "stars," who started out dirt poor, must feel when they are now regulars on The Strip.

Once we reached the Stratosphere, the highest point in Las Vegas, it was reassuring to hear a familiar voice coming from the Starbucks: "In this life, in this life, in this O sweet life/ We're coming in from the cold."

Atop the Stratosphere, we had a 360◦ view of the desert and Las Vegas--a gambling town with a serious water problem. But they have also dealt with this issue by creating a culture that values water conservation by offering residents tax incentives to use water saving technology and desert landscaping--a Southwest aesthetic, if you will.

And yet in the middle of the desert, what's striking about Las Vegas is the abundance. "You have to do everything big in Las Vegas, honey," said Lee, our Black-Irish waiter (it was St. Patrick's Day) and he was right. From the shows like Ka at the Mirage (a breathtaking spectacle) to the kitschy Tournament of Kings at the Excalibur, everything about Las Vegas spells excess in a gaudy, unashamed manner that you can't help but love. As the sign at the Luxor (thanks, Debbie Kasprzyk) said, "Less is not more. More is More."

It would have been easy to dismiss Las Vegas as a city of sin, sex, and vice or to say it's a town of gamblers and ex-gamblers. But I got a different perspective from the many visitors, cab drivers, bell hops, guides, and retirees whom I met on my vacation: People like you and me trying to make a living in a city with an insatiable lust for excitement. (Yes, I also saw the seedy side of Las Vegas). Perhaps, it was also fitting that as we were leaving our hotel, the unmistakable voice of Joan Osbourne came streaming over the clang and clatter of the slot machines whirring in the background:

If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

And yeah yeah God is great
yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

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