September 7, 2017
MEOWT! I know if I
sit on the chair and look cute, my humans will let me out. MEOWT!
At least some times…
We woke early once again and decided to do a sunrise bike
ride along the rim of the Grand Canyon.
There are beautiful bike trails that go right along the rim. There are stunning views of the canyon and
beautiful pines along the trail. We
worked our way east to the South Kaibab trail.
Now… let me tell you a little of what I have been dealing
with Spouse. He is pretty deaf. And when he can hear, I am not sure what it
is he actually hears! Here is an
example:
Spouse, the South Kaibab trail goes 6.3 miles down to the
Colorado River.
Ten miles? Really?
Ok, is there ANYTHING in what I said that could have been
construed as 10 miles? I don’t see any
words that rhyme with ten or anything.
Sometimes, he jumps to the weirdest conclusions. I often think he is a compass without a true
north! We are in our 6th
week, and somehow, I haven’t bitchslapped him upside the head!
Ok, back to our day…
We did walk a few hundred yards down the South Kaibab trail. Oooh, it is steep. I would love to do it. Spouse will only do it on a donkey. For now, a few hundred yards will do. Morning is magical along the canyon. The morning light creates beautiful shadows
and it is quiet… Not many people out at
6:30 in the morning. We headed back to
Hannah and started getting her ready to move.
While I was in the shower, I heard all sorts of cuss words
coming from Spouse. What happened? He was lifting the bed to get something out,
and the hinges broke and it came crashing down on him. We have to lift the mattress, and kind of
cram it so it won’t fall over… It’s not
like there is a whole lot of room to maneuver here. Then Dr. Brown got out the tools. As he complained about not wanting to deal
with this right now, I pointed out… we
are on our way home. This could have
happened early on. At least now, he can
get it patched, and deal with this at home in a couple of days.
On the road we head, down to Williams, then west to exit
139, where we pick up rte. 66. It is
really quite amazing how different it is being on the interstate versus being
on a road. The interstate shouts its
presence. IT is all consuming. Rte. 66 goes through much of the same
terrain, but it feels so much more personal.
You really see the ranches and the plains. You are not fighting for space with the semis…
it is so peaceful.
We pass through the town of Seligman with all of its klitzy
rte. 66 memorabilia; old cars, juke boxes, etc.
We pass the RoadKill Café. Along
the way, Burma-Shave has series of signs.
They are red, they are about 100 feet apart, and they rhyme. For example:
Sign 1: If daisies
are
Sign 2: your favorite
flower
Sign 3: Keep pushing
up
Sign 4: Those miles
per hour
We continue on to the
Grand Canyon Caverns. It is raining and
thundering outside, but this is a dry cavern so it doesn’t have the stalactites
and stalagmites you see in wet caverns.
It has huge rooms, and is used to store mass quantities of food and
supplies in case of a major attack of some sort. There is also a tiny restaurant and a single
hotel room so you can spend the night down below. It was
interesting to find out that the air that feeds into the caverns comes from
almost 70 miles away at the Grand Canyon.
They set off some red bombs so see where the air was coming from, and
voila! Now they know!
Continuing on rte.66, we fueled in Kingman, then stayed on
66 towards the town of Oatman. What were
we thinking… We start in the desert…
crossing through dips where flashfloods have deposited all sorts of dirt across
the road. We found an RV park, and we
considered staying there… on the desert
floor… Naw… let’s move on.
Let me say this… if a
motorcycle would really enjoy the road you are on, chances are, you should not
be towing a 30 foot rig! The road goes
over a pass. It winds, it has no
guardrails, and it is not big enough for us in the least. We held our breath going around each hairpin
curve hoping someone would not be coming the other way. I should have been enjoying the beautiful
views, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the road, and my back seat driving
responsibilities! Once we crested, we
had a tiny little shoulder that made us feel a tiny bit better. Let’s just say this… we did it, and don’t
have to do it again!
When we got to the town of Oatman, Spouse was hungry. This is a tiny old mining town, that the
American Disability Act doesn’t have a prayer of getting handicapped
accessible! The donkeys own the town and
wander freely. The only thing I found
that was edible was a salad. I have some
leftovers in Hannah so I will survive.
IN the meantime, throw some food to Spouse before he wastes away to
nothing… The town is totally funky, and
full of souvenir shops. They have daily
cowboy shootout shows. It was worth the
visit, but once is enough.
We ended up in an RV park close to 95 south of Bullhead
City. Tomorrow… HOME!
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