Road Trip, Day Five

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[We awoke to another high desert morning, bright and sunny with temperatures in the 30’s as the Supervisor brushes up on her driving skills before we head out to the Grand Canyon.]

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[But first breakfast in the hotel, where I christened the lobby’s rug by spilling my coffee.]

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[Then it was down Highway 89 to the canyon’s North Rim, a side we had never before visited.  Still snow, even in Arizona?  😉  ]

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[And then, “Whoaaaa, Neliie!”  The turn onto AZ Highway 67 at Jacob Lake was closed? While we were aware that the lodge there would not yet be open, the consensus around Kanab was that the road should be open because they’ve had so little snow.  The Super went in the diner at the intersection to check on it . . . and came out laughing.  She said I should go in and get pictures of her with the regulars, a collection of the local color.  I did see one guy go in with a black cowboy hat the size of Delaware.  Anyway, they posited that the road isn’t open yet because of government cut-backs, that there were no employees available to do so.  So, in the absence of new photos of the Grand . . . ]

Grand Canyon, 11 years ago . . .


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[With the Supervisor, same time of year in 2004.]

Grand Canyon, 32 years ago . . .

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[With Basketball Dan (hiking down Bright Angel Trail, he made it, my knees were killing me on the down slope), same time of year in 1983.]

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[The only way back was the way we came . . . ]

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[So we looked for an interesting route to our ultimate destination, St. George, Utah, where Jeanne and Ken Howell were holding a room for us at greatly weekly rates!]

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[We looked on a map and noticed this place on AZ Highway 389, heading in the direction we wanted to go.]

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[Turned out to be an interesting place, a confluence of three cultures – Indians, Mormons, and the Feds.  It seems at one time or another they were in conflict with each other, and at different times pairing off to fend off the third.]

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[The building was a family home, but it also housed farm/ranch workers, and on weekends up to 50 people would stay here where it became Party Central, USA!  😉  ]

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[We finally made it to the Howell vacation home.  When we first arrived in Hurricane Valley (the Howells immediately advised us the locals pronounced it “HER-ah-kun”), our first task was to get a car wash.  We’d forgotten what color it was!  The Howells only had the right half of the duplex, but it still slept 22!?  😉  ]

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[Then Jeanne and Ken took us for a neighborhood walk – to include their golf course, which interested me not.]

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[An option during our stay here was a trip to Monument Valley.  We have never been there, but alas we all decided it was just too far for a day trip.]

When women are depressed they either eat or go shopping.  Men invade another country.  ~  Elayne Boosler

Up next:  Day Six.

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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