Chapter 36The large sign said, “Tours departing daily for the West Rim. Ask us how you can save $90 per person.” Mac went up to the reception desk, inquiring about the manager.
“He'll be back soon,” the woman answered with a smile. “Please have a seat.” She pointed to a leatherette couch and a coffee table with magazines. Mac pulled out one of the sightseeing company's brochures and reminisced about his days running tours on Kauai. He stared at the pictures of the impressive red canyon and imagined dipping down below the edge. The nearby helicopter experience, he figured, must be similar to Waimea canyon. The more he looked at the photos, the more he compared Hawaii with the local area. An arid desert and a lush island seemingly have no connection, and yet the various rock formations and
