Here's what the Hawthornes were doing:
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We were
on our way to Zion National Park
and stopped to look at rocks.
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We hit
Zion National Park.
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Then we drove to the
North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
The conversation went something like this:
Rosie: Is this OK, here?
Mr. H.: No, Rosie. Back up a little bit.
Rosie: OK. Here?
Mr. H.: No, a little more.
That's it.
Almost.
Just a little more ...
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