The west rim of Grand Canyon is indisputably one of the most beautiful places on the planet. Carved over the course of millions of years the place truly is one of America’s “sacred” places. It is a place that creates clichés; Eagles soar, fragrant breezes waft, crimson sunsets . . . set, shadows dance. It is a place unspoiled, revered, respected; that is until the 20th century. In the 1930’s mining interests discovered a virtual treasure trove of bat crap. A veritable golden pot of poop. Somehow thinking that quick profits from feces is more important than respecting one of the most fetching places in the country, the U.S. Guano Corp. of Calgary obtained a “right” to mine the muck. Apparently, they felt it would be just fine to build a horrible looking monstrosity of a cable system across the heart of the canyon to extract the excrement. When they depleted all the doo doo these people then decided it would be just fine to crap all over the environment and leave their piece of shit tramway for everyone to see. They abandoned the project in 1974. On what planet I this OK? Apparently ours. Seen the Gulf of Mexico lately?