A few days ago I talked about the business we had to attend to. What I didn't mention was that this involved a bit of driving.
Quite a bit of driving.
About a thousand miles worth . . .
So we decided, since this would be a very quick trip, the best thing to do was to rent a speedy little car that would just eat up the miles in complete comfort.
And that's what we did. We figured the trip would be a three or four day affair. But we got to our destination in just one day and by 10:30 the next morning, our business was concluded!
Now we could have just hotfooted it back to Cholula Red. But since this was a sort of a vacation from the permanent vacation that is our life, we looked around for a bit of excitement.
And guess what popped up? Or would that be sunk down? In any event, we realized that with just a tiny bit of a detour, the humongous hole in the earth known as the Grand Canyon was just a bit out of our way.
So today, we spent the day at the Grand Canyon taking way too many pictures. And as I write this, I'm in a miserable little motel in Tuba City, Arizona, remembering why we travel in our own motor home. . .
But that's another story.
We do have the best of times (pictures to follow).