In the Grand Canyon.
M and I headed up spontaneously yesterday, figuring it’d be almost the last occasion it quite a while.
There were some sad and silly thing to be seen in the height of tourist season.
I hate horses. Mules are only marginally better.
Someone needs their vasectomy reversal confiscated.
Now they even have cell service in the canyon. M’s first sin was forgetting to call her mom that morning. Her second, and most egregious, was even bringing the damn phone at all.
We’re 3 miles in and over 2k down at this point.There are always, even in the wild west, stupid people that need protecting and cars that need dirtying.
It was a balmy spring day at the 3 mile rest house.
I will miss Arizona. Missoula will give us a good baseline, on which to base future decisions. My top choices: Flagstaff or Durango.
But all things are subject to change.
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