Greetings from the Bright Angel Lounge. We got beer, salsa, and chips on the table, four bars of signal on the internet monitor, and a guy named Terry Rickard hammering out beer-drinking songs on his guitar. Life is good.
After Joel finished with his mule ride, we had lunch, a little walk, then a short nap. When we woke up, we decided that once we get the helicopter ride out of the way, we're ready to go home. We spent a few minutes plotting an alternate route home, avoiding interstate highways. It showed us a route through Colorado, Kansas, and Missouri, crossing the river at Kennett, MO, and rolling on home down Hwy. 51 in west Tennessee. This route will probably take us four days instead of the 2.5 days it took to get here, but we don't care. We've got the time, we're tired of driving 80 mph. and seeing America zooming by too quickly to even get a picture, and we're secretly hoping to run across Matt Dillon in Dodge City. So, alternate route, here we come.
We'll keep you posted.
For anyone reading this blog who did NOT get a copy of the Mule Ride e-mail, give me a shout, and I'll forward it to you. Otherwise, hang on a couple of days, and I'll post the story with pictures.
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