Are we there yet? In yesterday's post, did I make the cosmic error of saying the adventure was over? Perhaps I tempted fate by stating we just had a few flights and then we'd be home? Sigh. The Flagstaff airport is so small, there is only one flight arriving or leaving...
I have only one photo to show you today... Mainly as proof that we are in Flagstaff. It is pouring rain. And thundering. And lightning. It was a good day to leave the Grand Canyon. The trails all close when there is lightning. We have the perfect room, finally. It's a Hampton Inn...
Lilah and I decided to venture down the Bright Angel Trail for a bit this morning. My mom stayed at the top. Although the trail was booby trapped with mule poop (this is the main supply trail for the Phantom Ranch hotel in the canyon), the biggest danger to safe footing is... Stupid tourists. Why...
We took an older style train to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. It took about 2.5 hours to go 65 miles. I can't remember if I had mentioned that this trip was my mom's idea as a way to celebrate her 75th birthday. This photo is a nice...
An entire day spent in a moving metal box with the people you love the most. Priceless. Actually, it's both a blessing and a curse. Especially when the introverted traits start clashing. But then there are heartwarming moments - like Alex playing Minecraft with Lilah for two hours. Ahhhh... Touching. There was plenty...
Today we did nothing - it seemed - but stand in line and wait. Compared to yesterday - where we never stopped moving and stuffed our heads with information - today was infinitely more exhausting. Some days, burying your head in a drawer really is the best option. Cool pattern on the rug, though, eh?...
