bunmonmou (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bunmonmou) wrote,@ 2004-07-25 22:57:00 |
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Day Nine - Arizona (and kinda Utah too)
When we last left our heroes, they were planning on a lovely day off in Glen Canyon...
Well that REALLY happened. A day off. What are we going to do with a day off? When we originally planned this trip, we though, hey! A day off to hike all over the place. No such luck. Turns out that Glen Canyon is actually Lake Powell Resort. Yeah, a resort. For boaters. It was pretty annoying.
We woke up with the sun and dashed for the showers. The mens bath & shower room had to have been 60 degrees. But when I was just about to hit the showers, I hear my name being called from outside. I poke my head out (with face half shaved). Nikki and Ashley tell me that the showers are $2 per shower and they only accept quarters. Not only that, but the camp store (where any logical person would expect to find change) didn't open till 7am. There was also no change machine. Brilliant.
Somehow, we managed to scrounge the $6 needed for all of us to shower. I was finished before the girls and went outside to watch the ants building their little (big) anthills.
Then laundry. The camp store was now open, but no change. Again, brilliant. They finally came though though. The change woman was late. Whatever.
As the laundry was being laundered, I wrote.
After that, we went into town. Page, Arizona. Built in 1957. This was a tourist town. Almost like a beach town without the beach. It pretty much sucked.
I wrote some more, when we returned, and the girls went swimming.
We then picked up Subway (or in the case of Nikki, Chinese). We brought it back to the campsite to find that our tent had been almost completely blown down by the winds (there was a possible storm a-brewin').
The tent was straightened out, fixed, restaked and literally tied down to trees and the, hopefully, unmovable picnic table.
While we were eating, we talked about how much we really didn't like Glen Canyon. As time went by, we discussed maybe skipping the Grand Canyon because we just weren't as impressed with big holes in the ground as we thought we would be. That talk turned to getting out to California earlier, which lead to someone (me) saying: "If we leave now, we could be back in Flagstaff by 9."
So here I sit in Flagstaff. It's 9:22pm, we got here about 20 minutes ago (I'm really good with judging how long it will take me to get from point A to point B). We're in a motel on Route 66.
Ah dear sweet Mother Road. We could not live long without you. We missed you and had to see you again.
And that, dear reader, was our day off.
Stats
Miles traveled today: 182
Hours on the road: 3ish hours
Miles traveled in total: 3658
Pictures
Pictures from Eric's Camera.
None from Ashley today.
Where are we?
Map showing where we are today!
(Purple = where we've been. Red = where we traveled today.)
When we last left our heroes, they were planning on a lovely day off in Glen Canyon...
Well that REALLY happened. A day off. What are we going to do with a day off? When we originally planned this trip, we though, hey! A day off to hike all over the place. No such luck. Turns out that Glen Canyon is actually Lake Powell Resort. Yeah, a resort. For boaters. It was pretty annoying.
We woke up with the sun and dashed for the showers. The mens bath & shower room had to have been 60 degrees. But when I was just about to hit the showers, I hear my name being called from outside. I poke my head out (with face half shaved). Nikki and Ashley tell me that the showers are $2 per shower and they only accept quarters. Not only that, but the camp store (where any logical person would expect to find change) didn't open till 7am. There was also no change machine. Brilliant.
Somehow, we managed to scrounge the $6 needed for all of us to shower. I was finished before the girls and went outside to watch the ants building their little (big) anthills.
Then laundry. The camp store was now open, but no change. Again, brilliant. They finally came though though. The change woman was late. Whatever.
As the laundry was being laundered, I wrote.
After that, we went into town. Page, Arizona. Built in 1957. This was a tourist town. Almost like a beach town without the beach. It pretty much sucked.
I wrote some more, when we returned, and the girls went swimming.
We then picked up Subway (or in the case of Nikki, Chinese). We brought it back to the campsite to find that our tent had been almost completely blown down by the winds (there was a possible storm a-brewin').
The tent was straightened out, fixed, restaked and literally tied down to trees and the, hopefully, unmovable picnic table.
While we were eating, we talked about how much we really didn't like Glen Canyon. As time went by, we discussed maybe skipping the Grand Canyon because we just weren't as impressed with big holes in the ground as we thought we would be. That talk turned to getting out to California earlier, which lead to someone (me) saying: "If we leave now, we could be back in Flagstaff by 9."
So here I sit in Flagstaff. It's 9:22pm, we got here about 20 minutes ago (I'm really good with judging how long it will take me to get from point A to point B). We're in a motel on Route 66.
Ah dear sweet Mother Road. We could not live long without you. We missed you and had to see you again.
And that, dear reader, was our day off.
Stats
Miles traveled today: 182
Hours on the road: 3ish hours
Miles traveled in total: 3658
Pictures
Pictures from Eric's Camera.
None from Ashley today.
Where are we?
Map showing where we are today!
(Purple = where we've been. Red = where we traveled today.)
