This morning, the body snatchers came. They collected my husband and replaced him with a nearly exact replica. The only difference was that the replica wanted to wake up before sunrise and leave the room to go watch it happen. I can’t say that I was upset. It was fantastic to see the sun rise over the Grand Canyon with Cas- or with that very nice Cas look-alike..
That was a great start to the day. We went from there back to the room so we could shower and get ready for the adventures that followed. We got our bags ready (hello, porter service), then we set out to see more Grand Canyon sights. We may have actually hiked or seen more than the rim of the canyon if the weather was better, but we hit a few slippery patches of sidewalk on the way from the lodge to the rim- I figured that was plenty of danger for one day. I did walk about seven steps onto the Bright Angel trail yesterday, but I stopped when there was a heavy snow-pack, and that was farther than Cas went. Last night’s forecast promised a “wintry mix,” and I have no interest in fighting that, even with my trusty hiking boots.
Once we were all cleaned up and our luggage was ready for the porters, we headed out to see different vantage points. Cas had a plan to take the blue shuttle to transfer to the orange shuttle, then on to the far reaches of where the free shuttles travel. We went to Yaki Point, Pipe Creek Vista and Mather Point. We saw hikers start their paths on South Kaibab trail, though we had neither time nor energy to do that ourselves. The last thing we did was head to a Ranger talk, led by a woman who wanted to discuss water. How do folks on the South Rim get water? How do you get water at your house? How is water purified? It was a little bit interesting, though, it’s likely something we should all pay attention to pretty soon.
From there, we went to the Arizona Steakhouse for an appetizer and a glass of wine. The waitress from Tuesday not only remembered us, but she also remembered what wine I had ordered, and offered it again, Not a bad memory for a waitress in a tourist haven.
She was good. She got us out the door just in time to get us on the train. The train was the same experience as the way into the park, but this time, there were a few differences. Because it was later in the day, the drink menu was a little more robust. The singer was a girl whose name I didn’t catch, and there where some “train robbers” on our journey. I assume it was a funny thing to do for the kids in the cars ahead of ours, but they came through our car at the very end of the journey to perpetrate their theft. If you left some money out where they could see it, it was a good thing. They would be less likely to run off with your other possessions. At least that was the gag. I stuck a dollar in my glasses and Cas poked one or two into his new stocking cap. That seemed to do the trick, as well as pay a little of our share for the show.
With that, we were back in Williams, once again getting our kicks on Route 66. We had a drink at a local bar before dinner, then we took a quick stroll after the meal. It’s time to hit the hay, now.
Here, for your entertainment, are the two performers we met on the train. First, I give you Tater, singing a Johnny Cash classic: https://drive.google.com/file/d/18fpEYXinVLZqznacn0MoBMEDdfQ3dLaq/view?usp=drivesdk
And this gem by Dolly Parton, performed by a girl who failed to mention her name: https://drive.google.com/file/d/18MeODPgw6YzuRIKSO32A6rvnvCk-AqMq/view?usp=drivesdk
I’d write more, but I am absolutely wiped out. It’s bed time. See you tomorrow in Dallas. Good night, and as ever, here are our photos: https://photos.app.goo.gl/4BZaPckogdVf4gtX7
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