Life is peaceful there
From Vegas we headed to the Grand Canyon, or to be precise to Tusayan which is the one-horse town closest to it.
The big crack itself was.. very big. And very difficult to figure out the scale of (most of it is around 10 miles wide and a mile deep down to the river) as your eyes just lose focus as you look across it. We had an excellent walk/talk with Ranger Pat and a bunch of kids, explaining that the rangers have to protect the Indiana Jones-style top-secret archeological relics that actually exist down in the Canyon and also telling us about different ways to look at time. The rocks at the bottom are about 2bn years old - half the age of the earth!
From there we drove to Phoenix, missed our flights, managed to send our luggage to NOLA on a second flight which we then also missed (as we didn't have enough time to get to it, honest), eventually caught a third flight to Houston, TX later that evening, spent a marvellous night sleeping in the airport, and finally caught our flight to New Orleans at 6am, looking and feeling like death warmed over.