the GRAND canyon

At the end of our day in Bryce, I drove about 5 hours to spend the night in Tuba City, a strange town where Navajos and Hopis live to build their next neighbor's house. I say that because the main source of income there is from construction jobs.
We had a lazy morning in Tuba then drove to the grand canyon. We stopped at one of the outdoor stand of navajo jewelry. We met Genna who made her own beads of turquoise and shell. She told us about her art, where she lives how she has to carry water to her house ( like most of the navajos or hopis who don't want to live in cities). She also told us about a terrible plan of ski resort on top of a sacred mountain. The Abalone top mountain. Fools (or pigs, however you want to call them) want to put a layer of carbonic & synthetic snow to hold on the ground( because of course there is no natural snow on top of this mountain... certainly not enough to ski) and then a field of canons spraying treated sewage snow. Can you imagine this shit?
With bitterness we left this great lady to go toward another place of exploitation: grand canyon village.
It was really cold out there and camping under the rim seemed too tough and maybe too far away.We slept at one of the hotels. At night there was cool folk music in the bar of the hotel and I felt some anger and some happiness. Happy to see good people give good music and angry to know that all of this was built on stolen grounds. History is over, there is not much to do now, but when do we hear gratitude or ask for forgiveness to the descents of the stolen ones?
With that in mind I spent the day after looking at everything on our way down to the bottom of the canyon. I thanked the nature for so much beauty.