Wednesday, August 13, 2008
We rise with the sun, still can’t seem to shake that 6am wake-up, and decide to take a drive to the eastern side of the canyon. Desert View Drive takes us around the rim of the canyon and we make stops at each of the scenic spots. The views are amazing and we are early enough to beat the crowds. The pictures say it best. As we head back to camp, several tour buses pass by the oppostie direction, good thing we got up early.
In the canyon, we are getting no cell or internet service (ahh, that’s the life) so we spend the afternoon in Tusayan, a town located at the south entrance to the canyon. RP Stage Stop, an internet café, turns out to be a good place to spend some time getting photos downloaded to the blog and writing text. A few friends have mentioned there were no new entries on the blog as of late (you know who you are Thom Johnson). We sit with dueling laptops in two easy chairs. There is a trio of lovely ladies sitting opposite us and Frank notices that they are glancing over, must be his dashing island looks and dark tan. Later he realizes he had spilt his iced mocha down the front of his shirt, uh yeah, now completely dry, he’s dashing off to the restroom.
Showing posts with label Grand Canyon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grand Canyon. Show all posts
Williams to Grand Canyon, AZ
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Williams is a launching pad for the Grand Canyon. It is a very picturesque little town filled with Route 66 memorabilia shops and restaurants. We are drawn in to the Java Cycle by the “Free WIFI” sign in the window. As we are standing at the counter about to order, a guy to whom the barista girl was trying to brush off hands her his card; then a group of kids walk in and hand her a flyer; and finally the postman hands her the mail. All within a ten second period! Unprepared, Thomas grabs a flyer off the counter, hands it to the overloaded barista and orders a raspberry latte.
After wandering around the Grand Canyon Railroad Station, we begin the one hour or so drive to the national park. En route, we stop at the Planes of Fame Air Museum for some snaps of some classic flying machines. Arriving at the Grand Canyon, we set up camp in a flash; we are getting pretty fast at this already. The family to our right is French (of course they are) and the family across the way is Canadian (say no more).
We walked to the rim of the canyon to enjoy a peaceful view of the sunset. Apparently, that was everyone else’s intent as well. We were stampeded by groups of people pushing and shoving to have their special moment and photo of the sunset. Despite the crowd, it was absolutely stunning.
Williams is a launching pad for the Grand Canyon. It is a very picturesque little town filled with Route 66 memorabilia shops and restaurants. We are drawn in to the Java Cycle by the “Free WIFI” sign in the window. As we are standing at the counter about to order, a guy to whom the barista girl was trying to brush off hands her his card; then a group of kids walk in and hand her a flyer; and finally the postman hands her the mail. All within a ten second period! Unprepared, Thomas grabs a flyer off the counter, hands it to the overloaded barista and orders a raspberry latte.
After wandering around the Grand Canyon Railroad Station, we begin the one hour or so drive to the national park. En route, we stop at the Planes of Fame Air Museum for some snaps of some classic flying machines. Arriving at the Grand Canyon, we set up camp in a flash; we are getting pretty fast at this already. The family to our right is French (of course they are) and the family across the way is Canadian (say no more).
We walked to the rim of the canyon to enjoy a peaceful view of the sunset. Apparently, that was everyone else’s intent as well. We were stampeded by groups of people pushing and shoving to have their special moment and photo of the sunset. Despite the crowd, it was absolutely stunning.
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