It is Sunday morning and we are finally on our last leg of the trip, on our way home. We should be home today by 5 or 6. I just want to sleep in my own bed. By the time you read this, we will be home, YIPPEEEEEE.
Ok, lets get back to Saturday. We got up and got going bright and early. We had breakfast at at little Mexican restraint place, oh it was so good. We then took off for the Grand canyon. It didn’t take that long to get there from Flagstaff. Only a couple hours. There was a line a mile long, literally, at the gate to the park. It moved slowly, but it moved. We were really surprised at how many people were going to the park in winter, but the weather was nice, so I guess it was expected.
Anyway, the canyon was beautiful. If you have never seen it, you need to see it before you say god bye for the last time. There are what appears to be circular cut outs all over the canyon. They seem to have some kind of system of regularity to them, like there was a plan at time the canyon was formed. The natural colors are perfectly matching, blending and changing with the layers of rock. There are peaks and valleys and scary looking ridges that make you wonder how anyone could possibly climb or cross on foot or mule, but they do. From some of the view points, you can see the Colorado river. It appears to be a small stream, but in actuality, it is a large wild , wide raging river. The whole Park is like some kind of miracle of nature. John described it to me like this: It looks like God got pissed off when he was creating the earth and took a big handful of earth out.
On the way out of the park, to top off the day, there were three huge elk standing on the roadside just casually munching on the brown grass. People, including us, stopped their cars to watch these wild animals in their natural setting. They had to feel safe, or they would have run as soon as the first car stopped. No one made a sound as they watched in amazement as the elk ate their evening meal. I tried to get a picture, but they kept coming out too dark. The real size of these animals was stunning, with their antlers making them even taller. The actual size, is similar to the size of a large horse. I had never seen and elk in the wild, but now I feel privileged to have seen not one, but three.
So we left the park and headed to Kingman. This was to be out last night on the road. We got here at 8 PM, got some food, and a room. We were just tired, it was a long day of walking, and for me hobbling. So now, we are actually driving back to California, and I am typing this in the car. We are seeing everything in reverse now. We are finally out of the snow, which by the way, followed us till about I hour before flagstaff. We left just at the right time, because on the news this morning it said that NM had 16 inches of snow. We would have been stranded if we had waited any longer. It was time to come home.
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