Okay, I’m stopping now.
So.. the rest of the trip was uneventful (not really, it was much of the same and had some really funny moments, but I promised, no more Mr. Man bashing).
How ‘bout some pictures… ?
Mr. Man takes better photos than I do.
The only thing I didn’t like about the Grand Canyon was that we were only there for about an hour. I really wanted to hike down, too. Maybe next time.
The next day we went to the little town of Oatman on the original Route 66 in Arizona. Very cool!
First we had lunch at the Oatman Hotel.
(Lots of money’s gone into that place!)
Shop till ya drop??
Of course, the best part about Oatman is the wild (yeah, right) burros that also peruse the shops.
You’re not going to hear it here, but “someone” (I’m not mentioning any names) got way too happy and I had to drag that “someone” out of there before we finished looking in all the shops. (And trust me, it’s not a very big place.)
I drove us back to Laughlin where “someone” spent the rest of the day once again looking for his cup.
We had a fairly pleasant ride home the next day… except for the fact it was the day Michael Jackson died. Please, just let that man go to heaven and us rest in peace!
Anyway, I’d like to write about our last trip to Mexico, but alas, I promised and cannot.
“But there’s such good material,” she whines. “Oh well.”