While I doubt anyone has this on RSS feed (none of my musings are really worth it…particularly that Yahoo! 360° experiment that is probably still flying in Justin’s radar), these are really coming out fast, huh? Chalk it up to avoidance of room-tidying. Yes, tidying. I maintain that my room/its contents are in disarray, not dirt.
Day 3: Vomitar
Trouble in paradise. Lee Mama is ill. Sadly, we must adventure without her. So, Lee Mama stays in the car by the Shrine of the Ages, and Lee Papa, Jon, and I catch the Blue Shuttle from Yavapai Observation Point, from which we transfer to the Red Shuttle. PS, all these shuttles run on cleaner-burning fuels. It says so, right on the side, as well as on the map, which also served up this informative little factoid: most of Arizona does not do Daylight Savings Time, so during this part of the year, it’s on the same clock as California and Nevada. So, although I traveled over 1,000 miles (I think. I’ll return with more specific numbers.) and crossed two state lines twice each, I never once had to change my watch–and my phone did not reset itself (WHICH IT CAN DO! Isn’t technology amazing? Although it didn’t do so until about 7:00 this most recent Spring Forward event. Oh, something else it can do…ring an alarm without being on! CRAZY!) during the entire voyage.
We go to Hermit’s Rest. I sit in the very chair that might have once also welcomed Theodore Roosevelt’s behind. Maybe. It wasn’t labeled. So I won’t libel. (Ha.) Why are there no descriptions of the beautiful scenery? Because, again, my verbosity pales in view of the Grand Canyon experience. I hope someday to wend my way around the globe, but every now and then, there are these reminders that within our own vast borders, beauty– that knock-out-anvil-on-my-heart-wind-at-my-back kind of spectacle– is.
After sleeping in the car all morning, Lee Mama feels better. Hurray! I use the facilities before we set off. Um. The little girl in the stall before me did. not. flush. And, because you asked (not), it was #2. I’m not talking about a freakin’ pencil!
Drive back to Las Vegas. No debauchery. So, I make further nuisance of myself by watching “Dancing with the Stars.” Hurray! Successful in recognizing only a few of the stars, but that’s okay. Am unfortunately inconsiderate of Jon’s feelings by watching The Wedding Planner late into the night. Don’t judge.
