No summer is complete without a Thelma and Louise-style road trip. From SF, we flew to Vegas. Rented a car (a fiasco, but we ended up with a PT Cruiser with a sunroof instead of our original ghetto ride), drove to the Grand Canyon, hiked around, camped (we had about 2 hrs of sleep at this point), woke up to watch the sunrise, bypassed the North Rim (forest fire) and then camped at Zion National Park in Utah. Then it was back to Vegas. Some of these pictures made it into the photo album, some didn’t. So I’m posting the extras here.
Watching the sunset (or what sun we could see, anyway) in the Grand Canyon
The Grand Canyon
Our perfect little picnic area off Grandview Trail. Next time, I am totally spending the day here just lounging.
Me on the ol’ Grandview Trail
Rain in the canyon. Luckily, it didn’t rain on us – not for long anyway. And luckily, we ran into a park ranger who told us what to do in case we were caught in the canyon when lightning struck.
One of the millions of lookout points on the Desert View drive
Looks like I’m meditating
Best damn Sonic cherry limeade I’ve ever had. The story behind this is, we were driving along in the middle of nowhere (aka most of Arizona), when out-of-the-blue I decided I wanted to eat subway. Literally 5 minutes later, we saw a sign for a Subway. So we turned off towards Tuba City. Once we arrived in Tuba City, we saw a Sonic – which was completely like wtf since Christine had been craving a cherry limeade since forever. What were the chances we would find a Sonic while looking for a Subway? We are convinced it was the spirit of the Hopis who led us there.
This picture doesn’t do the landscape justice. We stopped here primarily for the view, and secondly to buy some Native American jewelry.
Hiking The Narrows at Zion National Park
Knee-deep in green water
“Wall Street”
Me and my dorky river shoes. Can’t they think of something a little more stylish? The black shoes with black socks is so geriatric.
Luckily we got out of the river just before it started to rain or else we would have been caught in a flash flood. Back in Springdale, I watched the sunset as we hurredly changed out of our river clothes and into clothes for dinner…all in our car, of course.
On top of Angel’s Landing. Texas, Texas, YEE HAW!
And finally, back to Vegas, having dinner at the uber trendy Alain Ducasse restaurant, Mixx.
