Vaca part 3.

It is good to be too busy to write much.

Altitude sickness is real
The little black spots are fading. The combination of salty snacks, water, Advil, and tine seems to have helped.

Everything I read says that only 10% of those who visit the Grand Canyon foto the North Rim. Now I understand. Monday morning spent on the lodge overlook patio with roughly twice the number of people as chipmunks. Oh, there were two chipmunks.

It is so pretty. It smells amazing here. Every direction one looks is gorgeous. It inspires awe. If the Raven would fly away, I would even say it is quiet. Silent.

Fear of heights and falling is real. Those of you without it, I think the rest of us my live longer. I am sure some the the photo ops I have seen people take are spellbounding, but they are also insane.

The Adventure Continues

Or maybe it is just starting. I have just under an hour before meeting the tour group and this trip really starts.

So far this trip has helped me remember empathy and reality are not seen as frequently as they could be. Examples? I took a two hour shuttle yesterday. I ended up in the back row, ironically with the most leg room. This was a well used 15 passenger van with a trailer for luggage. It was between 114 and 117 degrees F out during the entire trip. The other two passengers in the back complained and muttered most of the way. Yes, it was hot. My favorite was her thought that the van would pull over each hour to change seats. I just keep imagining this insane Chinese fire drill on the side of the road. At least then she might have understood that yes we were all hot.

Before getting the shuttle I spent time at the hotel people watching. Went for lunch at Wahlburgers which was most yummy and I highly recommend the onion rings. My favorite people watching were the parents and grandparents interacting with kids. I was truly amazed at the vast range of attire in the theology/casino at all hours. I haven’t seen that many half shirts since the 90’s but I digress. This amazing little grandmother giggled and pointed with the granddaughters at the lady in the high heals and butt cheeks hanging out of her teeny shorts.

Oh, and beside being both cheap and unlucky there is no danger of me gambling lots. I am so unaccustomed to smoke. Good grief but the air quality was bad.

Ok, that wasted 23 minutes.

The Grand Pre-Birthday Vacation Part 1

Reflections from yesterday and this morning

I really don’t like to travel even when everything goes right. Did you know that there are really big racoons living in satellite parking at OIA? There are. I was wary of exiting my car but I finally found enough courage to proceed to the shuttle bus. Dear driver, I didn’t need an apology, it was the gaggle of ingrates traveling Southwest that expected you to park the bus an inch from the gate in that traffic. Hey, you let me off at the right terminal and lifted my suitcase off the bus. Job well done!

SeaBands are amazing. I don’t care if it is psychosomatic hooha or sound science based on pressure points. They got me through turbulence, other passenger vomit, an epic diaper blowout and airline air freshener certain death.

I want to be rich. I really like overpriced hotels, expensive dinner and stunning views. I need to remind myself that on my dear teacher’s salary this is the once in a lifetime, or at least once in a decade adventure. I will not get to repeat this every break. I will not get to repeat this every break. I will just keep repeating it until it sinks in.

How do you get the mental, “I should” messages ingrained in the brain to turn off? I am not talking a departure from ethical and moral behavior, I am talking the stupid things, “You should leave the sheers drawn over the window,” and “You shouldn’t just sit in your hotel room.” By the way, I had breakfast, outside in 100 degree heat, saw evaporation rate that was utterly amazing. Was trying to reset my internal clock. Walked 2500 steps before adjourning to my room. Of course the young man in the elevator said he was just on his way to bed and marveled at us who were up.

Mountains are amazing. I should google what I am looking at. My grandmother’s horror at my lack of basic geography is real. I blame fifth grade. The other class learned the 50 states and we learned the Canadian provinces and capitals.

O was amazing. I was in the splash zone. It was okay. They need a behind the scenes video of how they do that show. If I go to YouTube I am sure to find one. But it was great. I am sure there was so story about finding true love for all or something amid the acrobatics and aerial feats. All I know is it was mesmerizing. And impossible to take it all in during just one performance.

I need a synonym for amazing.

Are those orange Lamborghinis parked over there? I am gazing out of the window and looked at something beside the mountain. Oh, sitting by the storefront that says exotic car rental? Yes Dear, well spotted.

The 20something in the elevator last night said he saw more brides in the hotel than he had in his entire life. Think he was a bit nervous. I am guessing she was his girlfriend. But someone else pointed out that yesterday was 7-7-17 so all those numerology minded folk probably wanted to get married.

More later…