Rough riding cowboys. Wiley Indians. Ghost town shootouts and saloon sarsaparillas. These are the images that are wired into our brains when we think of the Wild West in American films. And while Wyatt Earp’s Tombstone and High Noon’s Hadleyville are certainly sites to behold, the surreal landscape of the southwestern United States offers more than just the backdrop for Westerns. From the haunting red rock formations in Monument Valley, to the rolling sand dunes of the Sonoma desert, the American west often serves as the perfect backdrop for science fiction or high fantasy realms…
Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport is a real headache. For anyone that’s ever flown out of Atlanta, or even caught a connecting flight there, you know what I’m talking about. The “Empire City of the South” is a transatlantic hub that acts as a connecting tissue between North America, South America, Africa and Europe. Atlanta’s central location makes it the perfect headquarters for Delta (one of the world’s largest carriers), which has helped make it one of the busiest airports in the world.
There’s a lot to love about Southwest Airlines. The flights are affordable. The boarding process is smooth and efficient. There are no baggage fees. The customer service is superb. There’s free Wi-Fi on board. Even the color scheme of their planes is vibrant and aesthetically pleasing.
Imagine you could drive your car without the everyday constraints of traffic laws.
What if there were no other cars? What roads weren’t even necessary? What if you could simply smash down the accelerator and just go – with no fear of smashing headfirst into any sort of obstacle.
But as we descended, tired feet and shambling legs overshadowed my admiration of the splendor that surrounded me. After about three hours and six kilometers downhill through countless switchbacks, we reached the bottom of the canyon and dipped our swollen and blistered feet in the cold waters of the San Miguel River.