Deborah Woehr

Most of the pictures I took were behind guard rails. However, I got a little braver in the last two pictures and veered off the path a bit to get some better shots of the canyon. I never got closer than three to four feet from the edge. While I was taking my pictures, several tourists went closer in order to get “the perfect shot.”

After I took my pictures, I went to the bookstore and found this staring me in the face. I was intrigued by the title (being morbid and a horror writer). When the cashier told me that it was a good book, I snagged it off the shelf, along with some other items.

This book has a very macabre title and some horrific stories of people dying in various ways inside the Grand Canyon. The first chapter involved tourists falling off the rim to their deaths trying to get “the perfect shot.”

Others were just plain stupid. For instance, one guy was clowning around with his daughter, teasing her by jumping off a sub-ledge to make her think he had fallen off the canyon. Well, he lost his footing and fell off for real. Fortunately for the girl, she refused to watch and walked back to the parking lot as her dad fell to his death.

The authors of this book summed up the tourists’ attitude towards the Grand Canyon very well. They believe that 911 is just a phone call away should they find themselves in trouble. I was no different, and it hit me that night just how stupid/naive I was.

Although this book has some macabre stories, it is very educational. You will learn what not to do. Okay, enough of this. I’ve uploaded some of the shots I took. I think I must’ve taken over 100 shots. By the time we left, I was burned out on picture taking.