Last summer, my family and I decided to take a road trip to the Grand Canyon. We packed our car with snacks, water, and camping gear early in the morning. My dad was excited to drive, while my mom made sure we didn’t forget anything important. My younger brother, Jake, brought his favorite stuffed animal, a worn-out teddy bear named Mr. Fuzzy, which he refused to leave behind.
The drive was long but scenic. We passed through deserts, mountains, and small towns along the way. About halfway through the trip, we stopped at a roadside diner for lunch. The diner had a retro vibe, with red vinyl booths and a jukebox in the corner. Jake insisted on playing a song, and we all laughed when “Johnny B. Goode” started blasting through the speakers.
When we finally arrived at the Grand Canyon, we were all amazed by its vastness. The deep red and orange layers of rock stretched as far as the eye could see. We took dozens of photos and even went on a short hike along the rim. At one point, Jake pretended Mr. Fuzzy was “exploring” the canyon, which made us all laugh.
That evening, we set up our campsite and roasted marshmallows over a fire. As we sat under the stars, my dad told us stories about his own childhood camping trips. It was a perfect end to an unforgettable day.