Friday, August 21, 2009
Grand Canyon—for the Weekend
So, last night I was making dinner (grilled clams, by the way, which are delectable with ginger butter), and husband asked if we had plans for the weekend. We hardly ever have plans for the weekend, so no.
He suggested we get on a plane and go somewhere–leave Friday, return Monday. I thought about New York because we love Broadway, and New York is even more fun after several visits when you don't feel like you have to see absolutely everything all at once. But the weather looks unpleasant there the next few days, so I thought about Hilton Head. I've never been there, and a couple of days at the beach might be just the ticket.
But then Husband suggested the Grand Canyon. So, here we go. We'll fly to Phoenix tonight, spend two days at the Canyon, and fly home on Monday. We can do that because the kids are gone, and as Husband says, "We're young."
With my fear of water, I don't see us going on a rafting trip, and with Husband's fear of heights, I don't see us riding donkeys down the sheer rock face of the canyon wall. I think we'll be content to just look at the thing.
I'll take pictures, especially of the cowboy singer at the hotel.
at 9:05 AM