read john and his men never made trouble at the montezuma ever again. who still wanted to know the hell is fred harvey? a century later im peering over the lip of the grand canyon in my pajamas and i am wondering the same thing. as the sun illuminates the canyon walls i am reminded of why there is substantial literature explaining why words cannot describe what i am saying. as i turn away i taken another site, less all inspiring but equally intriguing, created by a edge ofricans, on the the divine of this. hotel thatustic afforded me the luxury of rolling out of a plush bed at sunrise, shuffling down a staircase, and stepping outside to have the grand canyon to myself. it is arguably the most in demand hotel in the world. most guestrooms are booked more than a year in advance. it is one of the last places where fred harvey lives on. the founder of the family business that created the hotel and america's first hospitality empire, he oversees every detail of its daily life from his , nextit in the main lobby to where the maÎtre d'arrives to of varieties.ng