The Grand Canyon (which does have a 'D', despite Mummy's insistance for quite some time that it didn't) is a great big hole in the middle of the continent, which is a sod to get round, so we went to look at it. From side to side it is 10 miles as the condor flies, 24 if you walk, and 220 if you drive. We didn't cross it. Here is me next to it.



That's a rather boring picture, though. I wanted something more exciting so got as close as I could to crossing it without breaking every bead in my saggy little body. The National Park people aren't very good at putting up fences, and with a bit of ingenuity, some strong walking boots and a negation of worry about flashing your pants to everyone as you climb, you can get to some really spectacular places.

Here is a picture of Mummy holding me out over the canyon. I'm afraid you can't see me very well, but rest assured that I am there and that many people watched Mummy retrieve me from her cleavage after the climb to get there.



Some Japanese people told Mummy she was "awesome", and some American people took similar photos and said they wanted to use them as their Christmas card this year. They also said it was a shame about the hat, but some people have no taste. It's a great hat. Everyone loves the hat.

Originally published at Where Is Greg?.