Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The Grand Canyon

The Grand Canyon. About a week before I left for the road trip, I was on a plane flying west to Anaheim for a business trip. About three quarters of the way through the trip the captain came on the loudspeaker and said "Ladies and gentlemen, on the right, for your viewing pleasure, the Grand Canyon. Everybody leaned over and below were the red and brown rifts of one of America's great wonders. I almost didn't want to look, but a rift of excitement went through me - "I'm going to be there in two weeks," I said. It was a planned stop on the road trip and everybody was looking forward to it. Matt, Drapo and I started for Arizona midday on a Wednesday, a day that had already been chock-full by anyone's standards. Up at five, we'd gone to the balloon fiesta in Albuquerque and were delighted by all we saw. Quick breakfast, then to the top of a mountain called Sandia Peak by a tram car. A quick stop in Old Town, Subway for lunch and topping off the gas tank.

Matt began driving us through the desert where we hit the first traffic we'd seen on the road trip - construction. Off in the distance it was raining and we could see huge bolts of lightning. Yet, on the other side of the car, the sun was around, as were blue skies and clouds. That day was a long drive through long stretches of desert and not much else...but we could feel Arizona coming - the red mesas were starting to show up on the horizon. By the time we were nearing the canyon, the air had turned told, the world around us had turn to forest trees, and the smell of burning was in the air - controlled fires for continued forest growth.

We stayed in the small town of Williams, about 60 miles from the canyon. It was a small town and I had that feeling that no one could find me - as long as I didn't pick up my cell phone. The following day we started for the canyon, and began the day by seeing the Imax film for the history. After that we drove another seven miles or so and as we got closer, I felt more and more excited. We drove all the way to the Bright Angel Lodge, where the tour we were taking was leaving from. In the back of the lodge, the first glimpse of the canyon. This is one of those places that you cannot believe you are standing in front of. It is almost too beautiful to be real, the purples and dusty rose colors of the rocks, the cerulean of the Colorado flowing through it.

We took a bus tour around one side of the canyon, stopping at various lookout points and taking photos and photos and photos. What's cool about the bus tour is also all the history you get...our tour guide was a former park ranger who had almost fallen into the canyon twice - on the same day. She did literally fall, but caught something both times and was able to pull herself back up. Crazy. I think Matt and Drapo would both agree that the day spent at the canyon was one of the best on the trip...and I was really glad that we drove the distance needed to see could you not love it when you see it?


Friday, October 19, 2007

Comments from the Trip

I have been horrible about blogging lately, but I want you all to know that I am going to try to do some more blog posts about the trip. I have circulated photos to some of you, but I will be trying to do some city-specific posts on here to highlight some of the cool things we did. We went lots of places, and so far I've liked Chuck's reaction the best: when I asked him if he looked at the photos I'd sent him he said, "yes, I looked at some of them." "And?" I asked. He shook his head. "You went to some weird fucking places."

So without further ado, here are the funny comments from the trip...the ones I can remember anyway!

"What's your name? Prozac?" "Um, whatever you want officer."

"What the fuck is this? I was here...but not as a faggot!"

"I think we should go to Subway."


"Spirit fingers!"

"I was in my kitchen. I was cleaning a dish, but I heard something, so I came out."

"We're starting up a new minor league ballclub. The San Francisco Shiftyfucks!"

"I'm not giving you a menu because you are getting the 72oz steak. Period."

"Wow. That was a real tour de force."

"Why don't you have a cup of shut the fuck up!"

"Welcome to the Bellagio Valet, now staffed entirely by Fraggles, hee hee hee hee."

"I'm hitting this like a disobedient girlfriend."

"Lesson one: Don't try to pick up chicks at the pool when you are fully clothed from head to toe."

"Isn't anyone worried about the sub-prime mortgage problem?"

"Shut up, Kensington."

I'm sure I've missed a bunch, but that's what I can think of for now.


Sunday, October 07, 2007

The Cross-Country Road Trip: Nashville

Greetings from the road. We've been crossing the country since Thursday - when we left Charleston, SC and drove through the Great Smoky Mountains to Nashville, TN. I am currently in Little Rock, Arkansas, which is why I have found time to do this blog entry. :-)

Nasvhille's a country town, at night we went to the bar whose neon sign you see here, the Stage. Inside a mural of country singers, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and Roy Acuff graced the wall, and a band played a mix of country and contemporary and I wore a pink cowboy hat that the guys insisted I looked great in when we saw them in the store. (Reserve your comments, I do look great in it.)

The next day we took a tour of the Grand Ole Opry, the theater that is home to the longest running radio show in America. We got to go out on stage and sing the chorus to "You Are My Sunshine" so we could all say we've sung on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry. I like collecting memories like this, so all in all, Nashville was a good time.

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