The last “tourist spot” I ever went to was The Grand Canyon. In 1987.
I could barely see the other side due to all the haze in the air. I found a spot where I could sit near the edge just off the path. As I sat there, families just filed past me while saying “What should I take a picture of? I don’t know what to take a picture of! How much more film do we have?” Then they would wander on a little further and repeat the process.
A squirrel came up to me and sat down. He was there for several minutes so I grabbed an oreo cookie and gave it to him as a reward for not talking to me. He sat there and quietly ate his cookie. I took out my polaroid camera and snapped a pic of him eating the cookie.
The camera made that distinctive whirring/ca-chunk noise when it spit out the pic which in turn attracted seemingly everyone within 100 feet of me. "Oh LOOK!" said one woman “He got the BEST PICTURE!” Everyone else in her group conferred and agreed with her. They moved on down the path. NOW they had something to talk about.
They went all the way to the Grand Canyon and saw some guy take a picture of a squirrel eating a cookie.
