the vacation photos have been waded through and chosen. The Geri-a-chicks had
such a good time and the scenery throughout the trip was so beautiful...how does
one choose this photo over that one! But I've done the choosing and with the webmaster's
web-wizardry, they're yours for the viewing. I've labeled them with short captions
for your convenience. I have little talent and even less experience as a travel
writer, so I'm only sending the photos and a short description of our days at
the Grand Canyon.and letting the rest of the story to your own imaginations. Enjoy...
(Click the photo below to see the gallery.)
We met at Las Cruces, New Mexico, at 7 a.m. and began our drive to Flagstaff,
Arizona, stopping to shop along the way. Dinner at The Roach Coach.... Moo is
shocked at my choice of sleep wear. Jeepers...you wouldn't think a sleep tee-shirt
with the names Kerry-Edwards on it would cause such an uproar!
4: We meet our Gal Sallie Covolo and her hubby at Denny's in Williams,
Arizona. The luggage is shifted and shifted again to make room for Sallie's things.
Karen does the shifting of the luggage and the rest of us shift our weight from
one leg to the other while she makes rhyme and reason of our "Stuff." Since we
went shopping on the way to Williams, the load is already growing! We drive to
the Grand Canyon and check into our hotel, The El Tovar, at 4. "How long are you
ladies staying...three months?" our bellhop grunts as he muscles our luggage into
our room. With barely a minute to spare, off we go to the waiting bus for our
Sunset Tour to see the Canyon at sunset. One of us got lost here....
5: Up early for our Railroad Express Tour. At 7:15 our van driver, who
bears a strong resemblance to list member Bill George, drives us to Williams where
we shop until we board the train for the trip back to Williams. Lots of laughs
on the train. Our car attendant is the nephew of a WWII Navajo Code talker.
6: At last! It's the day Moo has been waiting 60 years for. The Mule Ride.
After a mule skinner class, we mount our mules and head down the trail. The first
15 minutes are scary...after that, a piece of cake. Yeah, right! We were jostled,
jolted, choked by dust and mule methane, doused twice with water, fed beef jerky
and cookies for lunch, scared out of our wits by the heights and narrowness of
the trail, amazed by the beauty of it all, as we ended the ride, our egos had
been fed. We had done it! And...most likely, each of us would do it again.
7: Ouch! we grumble as we limp in search of the Ibuprofen bottle. Sallie,
who had passed on the mule ride, feigns pity for us. We jam our ever-growing pile
of luggage and shopping spree "can't live withouts" into the SUV and head for
Williams for more shopping and to meet Dominic who is going to claim our/his Gal
Sal. "Ouch," we grumble to Dominic, as we relive the mule ride.Good-bye hugs for
Sallie and Dominic, and we're off to Tucson to meet Connie Cox. Relief for our
aching buns is found while sitting on hot rocks outside Arizona Rest Stop. Ahhhh...how
do you spell relief? Hot rocks!
September 8: Tucson.
Met Connie Cox and her hubby at Denny's for breakfast. More "Ouch-ing" to Connie
and hubby as we relive the Mule ride again! This time, the mules were much bigger,
the trail longer and narrower. (Funny...they told us that would happen. Hmmmm....)
Off to Tombstone, Boot Hill, and...more shopping! Hobe met us in Las Cruces, New
Mexico, at 7:30 to reclaim his Mule Riding better half. We were off to Timberon,
New Mexico, and Moo and Karen drove off into the night for El Paso.