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““Now say titties!”” |
May 22nd 4:35 pm Weird Arizona Mountain Time. (Started Writing)
We found out that Arizona is on Mountain Time; however, they don’t adhere to Daylight Savings Time unless you are in the Navajo Nation. So its really Pacific time half the year. I also realized I have been writing Central Time for all the entries, I think only like two entries are in central time.
At around 9 we woke up and debated the staying an extra night in Page. It was decided that we would move north from the Grand Canyon and start heading towards St. George Utah, which is supposed to be the target of Day 6. Essentially putting us a day and a half ahead of schedule (We can’t see Zion or Mountain Meadows really in the dark, so we would stay in St. George and then go to these two places in the morning before trucking towards Barstow. I personally feel that we are rushing things, and I am not personally excited to be using all of our Southwest time to save up and see some dumb big trees.
Anyway, we left the hotel and Ate at Denny’s Peter and I slammed back a lumberjack meal, however it was probably one of the slowest services we have ever received. Slow enough that Adam was constantly complaining at the end of it. LOL. His exact phrase was, “You know your service is F@ing Slow when I can beat a whole dungeon in Zelda.” (Due to food allergies, Adam did not eat with us.)
We left and let Peter drive. The initial journey took us through a desert that became rockier and more mountainous. Beautiful red crevices lined the road, and we drove under the threat of rain. It was a very free form feeling drive, at one point; we were on top of a mesa that looked down onto a flat desert plain which was divided by the Colorado River and the furthest northern portions of the Grand Canyon.
To get into the Grand Canyon from the north (the area we chose to see,) one has to drive through Kaibab National forest, which was one of the most boring places for a Pennsylvanian to see I think. It is just a bunch of pine trees in some winding hills. However, When we finally got to the Grand Canyon and stopped we were not disappointed.
We climbed out on Bright Angel Point, which was a walk with no guardrail; but full of thousand foot drop offs. Peter decided that he would see how far he could spit off the canyon, over and over again. By this time the storm had rolled in, and the winds were gusting about twenty five miles per hour. We took many dangerous feeling pictures before we got to the point itself. We found a few people to take pictures of us all together, one of which was a woman wielding two little girls, accompanied by her mother and her husband who was hanging onto the second child. The first picture she told us to say cheese, and we did. Then the second picture she said “say cheese”, right after that before she could snap the picture her husband said very loud “Now say titties!” and she snapped the picture. We were kind of surprised.
The pictures turned out awesome as you can all see. The next point we wanted to go to was Imperial Point. We drove there as the storm began to worsen. We got to the point which was filled with two busses of Asian tourists, which made it kind of neat. It was a short walk down a flight of stairs, and we were right in the open. It was a good view, however we could actually watch the storm, and its snow, move in on us as we stood there. The Japanese began to flip out saying stuff like “Oh gawd freeze rain!” Some lady lost her hat to the winds that were now exceeding 45 miles per hour. Freezing rain, sleet, and snow started to pelt us. We left after laughing very hard at our fate. We decided to leave the park at that point. We decided to drive to St. George, Utah.
But Wait, as I was writing this, we stopped to get gas in Fredonia, Arizona. We decided with so much day light (it being around 5:15 AMT) we would go hit Zion National Park tonight. TO BE CONTINUED!
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