Well, I’m getting confused on what day of the trip it is, so I’m gonna title the posts the day of the week. 🙂 This is where you see those campers that have the clocks that only say the day of the week. We truly are loosing our day/time/sun orientation. They don’t use daylight savings time here in AZ. I can see why: shewt, get up to go potty at 3 am, and there is still light out! haha.
Yesterday was a BIG day. We were exhausted by nightfall. The kids said they enjoyed seeing the Grand Canyon. It is impressive and all,but to be honest, after about 10 minutes there, you’re like, “ok…now what?” But maybe we’ve become high maintenance travelers and it takes a lot to impress us. haha. Anyway, had a good time there, made lots of pictures and memories. Sharon was nearly as petrified as the wood we saw yesterday in the picture, she just ain’t showin it. She hated it because that spot didn’t have guardrails…but didn’t it make a GREAT PICTURE without the rails? LOL. I think I may have damaged her permanantly. I have to help her down the steep campers steps now. kidding.
Katie has absolutely NO fear of heights. None, zero, nada. I’m ok, if there is a wide ledge to stand back from. If we let her, I do believe she’d sit on the edge of the Grand Canyon and dangle her feet. Anthony, he takes from Sharon and I both and was reluctant about it. Actually, he said he would pay me if I’d let him sit in the truck. I said “how much?” he offered $50.00…..
We ate a Navajo taco at Cameron’s trading post. It was HUGE and very very MUY BIEN…I actually took a picture. It was a work of art. Sharon promptly called me Clark.
(And this is where only seasonsed campers will understand that after eating this stuff you back outta the way when you pull the black lever)
This is a picture of a typical home on an Indian reservation here. We just don’t realize what we have at home do we? And what’s worse, is this land was TAKEN from the Indians. I mean, in Palo Duro I read a story about how the government sent out troops, when they were settling the land, to go into the canyon and take the Indian’s stores. They did, they took the horses, the food, pretty much everything but the shelter. They even had extra horses they took and couldn’t take em all back, so they had to kill part of them, instead of letting the Indians keep em. That’s awful.Of course, the Indians were then forced to leave the canyon and go to a reservation they had set aside for them. Then, the men came back to the canyon to hunt buffalo for their families and they wouldn’t let them do that either. They did come to an agreement that they could kill two buffalo a day until they could find food for their families. So, today, they still live in lil trailers and huts out here on their reservations. They all have trucks. They all sell us tourists our beads and tshirts. I reckon they may fear if they leave again, they will loose what they have.
Sedona is like unwrapping a Christmas present over and over and over. We had no idea that it would be so beautiful there. As we drove down into the twisty canyon road, the canyon just kept opening up wonderful scenes. We just didn’t know it would be that good or we would have left the Navajo taco earlier and headed there.
In our world it is like Gatlinburg only better. Not near as many Christmas shops/fudge shops/and touristy Tshirt shops. Mostly scenery and a huge coffee shop. Lots of upscale art galleries. Coming down the canyon there is a lot of camping. It was nice to smell some wood burning again. Everywhere we’ve been we can’t burn wood. We could in Petit Jean,but that’s a week ago.
So…it’s OFF TO VEGAS in a lil while. Stopping by Hoover Dam and take the dam tour with the dam tour guide on our way in.