We had a short ride today. 45 miles: half uphill (agh), half downhill (agh.) Turns out I'm terribly afraid of traveling down mountains via bicycle. But the landscape was beautiful. And Matthew, dear friend that he is, stopped frequently for me, providing my uncontrollable sobs ample time to be released. Kidding. I didn't cry in the middle of a descent. At least not today. ANYWAY, we passed through Zion National Park (that is, we stopped at a scenic vista point overlooking it).
In the past week-and-a-half-ish, we have passed through New Mexico, Arizona, and Utah. Lots of mountains, lots of beauty.
In Abiqui Lake, New Mexico, we visited Georgia O'Keefe's ranch. It was beautiful. And relaxing. And I wanted to stay forever.
We also admired each other's tan lines after swimming in the man-made Abiqui Lake for which Abiqui Lake is named.
...and of course, marveled at my disgusting scabs. (Sorry.)
In Farmington, NM, we we had a "build" day that actually consisted mainly of gladitorial-esque hammering contests (great fun). We also drank root beer and saw Aztec ruins that were not in fact created by the Aztecs but that exist in what is now known as the town of Aztec, New Mexico. (I am also confused. Ask your friendly neighborhood park ranger for more information.)
Look at that assembly line. My heartbeat quickens at such a marriage of industry and charity. An efficient non-profit, egads! Were Henry Ford not such a self-serving anti-Semite, he would most certainly be proud.
Somewhere in Arizona, Matthew and I enjoyed a cold one outside an unexpected 4-star Caribbean resort:
The meadows on the ride to the Grand Canyon:
El Canyone Grande itself:
This one is us setting out on our 40 mile hike. We had a day off at the Grand Canyon, so we decided to use it to the best of our ability. You know, really see the sights, really experience nature's majesty. Just kidding. This is us walking the 1.4 miles to the Grand Lodge. Where we ate breakfast, napped, read our books, ate lunch, napped, and read our books. Glorious.
Um, also, we went camping, and our stuff got soaked because we put it in the broken tent. On purpose. Because we thought it would be fun. So, um, we, well, wenttotheTraveler'sMotelandgotaroom? Awkward. (And so worth it.)
And now we are heading into Nevada. One week until Lake Tahoe, two until San Francisco. Yikes.
5 comments:
bad ass scab.
loveyoumissyouseeyousoon!
emma
wow. your scab is gross, and im sorry you had to go through such a painful fall to have it.
but the grand canyon looks really cool (and you ended up doing more hiking than you told me you would--haha)
love you,
kara
also don't you love how emma and i commented at the same time on different computers
we looked at your blog right away after you told us you had a new one
so d.v. i bet you missed gussina the savior when the inn was full.
your caribbean resort looked luxurious.
ps. I'LL SEE YOU IN SAN FRANCISCO. soon.
oh god, I nearly dry-heaved when I saw your scab. Yuck!
I have some nasty poison-ivy on my cheek and neck. Look for those close-ups in an upcoming email.
Only kidding.
Good luck on the last leg of your journey.
Love,
Vanessa
PS did you have any Polygramy Porter while in Utah? It's a great beer, plus the slogan is, "Why have just one?"
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