Dam Views

After getting out of the hotel in the early morning we were excited for the Hoover Dam. Before arriving at the dam a pathway leading onto the memorial bridge for an overlook of the dam.

We walked out to the middle of the bridge as my knees were weak. Liz of course confidently walking atop of this bridge, which I should mention was suspended 890 feet into the air above the Colorado river. I held onto the divider wall which had vehicles passing by at highway speeds. The Memorial bridge should have an admission price. The Dam is a feat of engineering as it appeared to seal the canyon walls into one giant wall.

We departed the brige to my delight and entered the visitor center. After watching a short video about the Dam we joined a tour group which led us down into the dam by 10 person elevator, which dropped hundreds of feet. The air was cool and humid as we were informed about the diversion tunnel that hosted a 56ft diameter pipe which water would flow through. We were then led to the generator room, which is where massive generators (70ft or so tall) would produce the electricity that the entire demographic area depends on. Upon leaving the tour, checking out the exhibits, which included a fantastic diorama of the a construction scene, we walked across the bridge.

Liz had officially stepped foot in Arizona, as the bridge is shared between the States. After admiring the Dam we departed in excited anticipation of the next stop, the Grand Canyon.

Along the way we explored another side of Lake Meade, at the protected hatchery. The scene of the Lake from the closest highway looked like a small pond as it sat at the base of the mountains that surrounded it. 

After hours and hundreds of miles of driving we exited the Camaro and walked to the canyon. Obviously but funny enough, we couldn't see any part of the canyon until just feet before reaching Mathers point overlook at the South Rim. The colors, layers, and depth of the canyon is almost confusing to look at. Our eyes played games with our brains trying to understand the vastness of the Canyon, and it's expansion across the State. 

With a lack of hotels and plush camping grounds, we were forced to head South to Flagstaff, AZ. After an exhausting day we obtained a room for the night and crashed.