Everyone deserves to be recognized

Wednesday, March 30
The little town of Eloy (AZ) intrigues me. I say ‘little town’ but yesterday I realized it has 3 exits from the highway and is spread out on both sides of I-10. It’s a growing community but the growth isn’t isolated from the old…it’s an interesting mish mash of old and new.  There’s been a good deal of investment in the infrastructure of the town:  new, modern City Hall and courthouse area…a park…well maintained 5 lane road through what I assume is downtown and through the residential areas.  However, the homes look to be years old and in the lower income range…and I wonder if the front yards of these homes were annexed when making that 5 lane road.  But there’s no outright evidence of where the money for the infrastructure improvements came from.  No industry that I could see, although there are huge tilled fields.  Something will be planted but certainly not enough to support the town.  I’ll have to Google it when I get a good internet signal.
**Wikipedia says this about Eloy, AZ:  As of the census of 2011, there were 16,964 people, 2,492 households, and 1,988 families residing in Eloy. The median income for a household in the city was $26,518, and the median income for a family was $28,494.  About 27.9% of families and 31.9% of the population were below the poverty line
   The largest employer is Corrections Corporation of America (CCA), and those CCA prisoners are included in the census.[citation needed] CCA operates the Eloy Detention Center (opened 1994), the Red Rock Correctional Center (opened 2006), the Saguaro Correctional Center (opened 2007), and the La Palma Correctional Center (opened 2008). 
   As of 2010 the CCA-operated Saguaro Correctional Centerlocated in Eloy, houses the majority of Hawaii's male prison inmate population.
   It is also home to the world's largest skydive drop zone, Skydive Arizona, and bills itself as the skydiving capital of the world.
From this description, I’d say the town is prospering from the presence of the CCA, but perhaps the citizens aren’t. Corrections Corporation of America employs 1550 people….next highest employer is the Eloy Elementary School District with 175 people.
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We decided to lay low for today…no riding, but geocaching and pizza were on the schedule.  Hung around the camp for a while….found plenty of ways to piddle away the morning hours. Of course, when you wake up at 9 a.m., that accounts for some of the time. J  The KOA owners own chickens and offer eggs for sale….one dozen for $2.25.  So we had fresh eggs and pancakes for brunch.  Decided to stay here an extra two days….not finding anything in the Tucson area that has openings….and we’re quite satisfied with our setup here.  So for the next few days we’ll use Picacho as the base of our southern operations.  Already have reservations at the Holbrook KOA, which is north of here. 
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This KOA has lots of birds, but thankfully not crows!   They have hummingbird feeders around the office and those little birds flit around the whole camp.  Have seen them go to cactus flowers, too, which  have a waxy look to them; I just wouldn’t think of them as being good sources of nectar, but I suppose a hummingbird would know better than me.   I’ve been wearing my blue purple fleece and have noticed the hummingbirds buzzing me occasionally. They hover, dart in and out, hover some more.  I realized today that the color of my jacket may appear like a big blue flower to them.  So they gravitate toward me, but then can’t seem to figure out where to get nectar.  Either that or they’re just really aggressive little birds. J
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I replaced as much of the name as I could find. 
Geocaching is a great way to explore an area and that’s how we spent the afternoon.  First up, there were two at a nearby cemetery.  The roads in the cemetery are being improved and a worker came over to direct where we should park.  When we told him what we were doing, he got all excited and told us exactly where one of the caches was.  Pointed it out and even told us what it was, in case we couldn't follow his directions: Look down this road...see that big green bush off to the left? Well, that tree right next to it has a rock in the middle of it. The cache is in an Altoids box under the rock.”.  So much for the fun of the search, but I appreciated his enthusiasm. We were on our own for the second one, which we eventually found in an off to the side section. This is the notation the cache owner posted on the cache site:  “I place this cache because I felt that the section it is placed close to didn’t get as many visitors as the main part of the cemetery.  So if you want, while you are out at the cemetery, take a moment to walk among the graves in this section, so these people are not forgotten.”  And after finding the cache, we did walk around.  It turned out to be a ‘Potter’s Field’, where unknown or indigent people are buried.  Heard of the concept but have never encountered one before today.  Found several John Doe grave sites…they were inscribed ‘John Doe #---‘ along with date of death.  Two of them listed cause of death as ‘Found’ along with the date.  Odd that the John Doe markers were more official and looked to have cost more than most in that section.  John Doe had a stone set in concrete where most of the other graves were marked with handmade crosses, headstones, and other trinkets.  The worst were the graves that featured bedraggled stuffed animals propped up next to an unmarked stone or stick. Those were heartbreaking.  This was definitely the lower income section of the
cemetery; and I’m glad the cache owner gave us the opportunity to walk through and appreciate the lives that were represented there.  One handmade marker had the name written in puff paint, which had cracked and blown off.  Most of the pieces were strewn around the marker, so I took the time to replace them, sort of like doing a puzzle.  I just kept thinking that everyone deserves to be recognized. 
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Next geocache was alongside the road.  Kim is still in search of scorpions and snakes, so he turned over a large board laying where we stopped before we even started looking for the cache.  I saw something scurry away…then two more somethings followed.  It took a heartbeat for my mind to register what my eyes had seen….MICE!!  I fear mice!!  They had run up a bush/tree and while I kept an eye on that tree, I continued on….always giving it a wide berth.  The hint on the cache was Under a bush’.  No way on earth I was going poking around under bushes knowing there were 3 rodents on the scene.  I searched from a distance and when I visually found the cache, Kim kindly reached in to grab it.  Chivalry is not dead!! 
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On the advice of Ezra, we went to Organ Stop Pizza in Mesa, AZ.  What an experience!!  They have an old time Wurlitzer organ…the kind that used to play during the silent movies…and they have organists who can play that organ with great skill. J  We could actually watch the music being played.  Every sound that was made…pipes, drums, pianos, cymbals, trumpets, and more...was produced by that organist playing that organ.  And the various instruments lit up as they played so you could see where the music was coming from.  Everyone, from young kids to old timers, were enthralled!  There were two older gentleman sitting next to us that just watched the organist, enjoying the songs.  There were kids up by us also, and it was fun to watch the their heads swivel around as they realized where the various musical sections were coming from.  Bass notes and trumpets were behind us…that was music that we felt as well as heard.  In fact, Kim and I were doing the same kind of head swiveling.  So, so glad we took the time to experience the music!
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There are mountains that just sort of rise up out of the desert floor.  And some of these mountains have so many saguaros, that from a distance, if the sun is just right, the mountain looks hairy…like it needs a shave.  J
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We planned our pizza journey to Mesa so that we would be back in time for Kim to set up the telescope in daylight…if the sky stayed clear.  He also talked to one of the staff to see if a certain lightbulb could be unscrewed so there would be less light to deal with.  Telescope is up and light is out.  He’s been gazing at the heavens for a while now and even had visitors to take a look at Jupiter.  Nearby campers have kids and earlier, he’d talked to the parents, offering to let the kids take a look through the scope.  Sharing his excitement with anyone and everyone. 
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So, the first thing on the docket tomorrow morning is a phone call and then a trip to the Tucson H-D dealership to have my back tire replaced.  Rode the bike about a mile down the road for a Kodak moment…just before I stopped I thought it felt wobbly but the road had grooves in it, so I wasn’t sure about the cause of the wobbles.  No doubt about it after I pulled into the campsite.  Aghhh!  I just had both my tires replaced last August before our Final Four ride.  Only got about 5,000 miles on them.  Again, I say “Aghhhhh!”


My cast of characters....

Tuesday, March 29
Made a run to a grocery store in the little town of Eloy yesterday.  On the bakery counter, I saw ‘Mexican bread’…it was soft, looked good and intrigued me.  The girl behind the counter was bagging goods up for quick sale, so I grabbed a bag to add to our cart.   Not knowing what the ‘bread’ tasted like (looked like a cross between a sweet roll and corn muffin), I knew it wouldn’t be a total waste of money because not only were there 4 pieces of bread, but also two gingerbread cookies in the bag.  We each had a piece of bread while playing cribbage last night…it was quite tasty!  Since I couldn’t quite determine what the overriding taste was, I decided to google Mexican bread.  Well, it turns out there are a number of types of Mexican bread, but by looks, I think I narrowed it down to ‘Conchas’, a type of sweet bread.  Conchas (shells) are known for their shell-like shape and sugar shell pattern on the top. This is one of the most famous Mexican pastries and widely recognized in the United States. It is also referred to as "pan de huevo".  Found a recipe but it looked like it would make a large quantity…or at least too much for just Kim and me. 
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The grocery store we were at yesterday didn’t have price scanners; the clerks entered the item’s price.  Our possibly 15 year old clerk didn’t know the price of the 6-pack of 7-UP that Kim had grabbed.  He went back to find the price…$4.99.  The clerk muttered ‘Ooh, that’s expensive.”  Then as she continued with our items, she smiled at me and shyly said, “I gave it to you for $3.99.”  That was sweet of her, but I wonder if the store turns a profit.
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The trailer was comfy and we were cozy under just a sheet and a blanket.  Sometime in the early morning, though, I woke up feeling chilled but that was easily remedied by pulling on a sleeping bag.  Problem solved!
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Last year I recorded each of the talking WonderKids (Cullen, Isla, Ashlyn and Grady) saying “Gramma, pick up the phone” and made it my ring tone.  Always makes me smile when I hear it. Well, this morning it was somewhat disorienting as I awoke to hear Cullen saying ‘Gramma, pick up the phone’.  I scrambled and answered it just as Isla started telling me the same.   The caller was a lady telling me that I qualified to have my student loans forgiven.  Now I might have been excited about that if I had any student loans...but as it was only 6:15 a.m., I just hung up and went back to sleep.
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Woke to a cloudy and darkish sky; the temperatures were right in line with cloudy and dark.  By the time we checked Google maps to see where we might go today and then checked the weather in that area, the clouds were easing up some and the temperature was rising. So we did the checklist:
Extra jacket….ü      Gloves….ü       Chaps.…ü      Rain gear….ü        Then let’s ride!!
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In the past, Kim has used a blue tooth earpiece to hear the directions from the map app on his phone.  Between the rumble of the bike and the noise of the wind, his current earpiece is hard to hear.  I don’t have any such thing…I don’t think I’d want Rapunzel talking to me as I ride.  When in the car, I usually mute her because her voice annoys me.  Anyway, because we’re just doing day trips, we’ve mostly been relying on the map in my head.  I study the route we’ve planned and it sorts of sticks in my head.  I have mucked it up a time or two, but with a quick update from Rapunzel we get back on track. Of course, this puts me in the lead when I prefer to follow.  I navigate until we get on a long stretch of road, then I ease over to the outside lane which lets Kim know I want him to take the lead. I like that we’ve developed a non-verbal way of communicating when riding.  Of course, riding together for over 50,000 miles will do that. 
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We headed southwest toward Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument.  The first 40 miles or so were chilly because we were climbing in elevation just a bit and it was still cloudy.  But as the clouds cleared and we headed more southerly, it warmed up.  Ultimately a great day for riding, just had kind of a shaky start. J
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While we were heading toward Organ Pipe, we didn’t quite make it there…and we’re okay with that.  It was a day of stopping….to take pictures, to check out roadside memorials, to get up close and personal with several varieties of cactus, and to stop and talk to the Border Patrol at a Border Checkpoint.  Due to the time of day, the distance back to camp and the fact that we hadn’t eaten and wanted to, we decided to turn right at the Ajo (pronounced Ah-ho) junction, instead of left, and continued on back toward civilization. 
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Our route today took us across the Tohono O’odham Nation Reservation.  A road less traveled by regular folks, but traveled a plenty by the U.S. Border Patrol.  Came across two Border Checkpoints…one on the way to Ajo and one on the way to Gila Bend (we rode in a big loop today).   Before we’d gotten to the first checkpoint, we’d been passed by about 5 border patrol vehicles and they weren’t going slow.  Then we noticed two helicopters circling to the south of us.  Eventually saw that they were taking turns flying low enough in a big dirt area to create a huge dust storm….didn’t touch down, just stirred up dust, over and over.  So when we got to the first checkpoint, Kim stopped to ask what that was about.  Guard said something about the Air Force Range over to the west ran training exercises around the area.  Then I asked about the ornate memorials we saw alongside the road…he said that the memorials marked where a highway death had occurred, which is fairly typical in a lot of states; and also that the ornateness was a cultural custom of the tribe.  Most of these memorials are well cared for, but some aren’t.  We came across one which had a large cross set in concrete and possibly 10 smaller crosses set around it.  Not all the crosses were in good repair, some had blown over and there were pieces of crosses strewn about.  If each cross marked one fatality, then that had to have been a horrendous accident.  But then again, maybe it was multiple people honoring one person.  And there were no names that we could see connected with the memorials.   Just an interesting feature of our day.
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The campground uses various types of cactus in its landscaping and there is a huge/tall saguaro by the office area. That is all good and well, but I wanted to see a saguaro up close in the ‘wild’.  About 20 miles into our ride today, the saguaros made an appearance.  Of course, they were behind a fence that ran along the road, so we couldn’t stand next to one but they were still fun to look at.  Some stood tall with ‘arms’ stretching upward…a perfect specimen that could be used in an advertisement.  However, the majority had character flaws….droopy arms, twisted arms, broken arms, holes that were turning brown, short and stubby instead of tall, etc.  Again, I had the urge to take too many pictures….and if I was in the truck, I would have happily snapped away out the window.  However, on the bike, that’s not so easy.  We did enough stopping to take pictures of various roadside memorials that I had to rein myself in on the cactus front.  They were everywhere and we’d have gotten nowhere if I’d given in to the impulse to stop every time I saw an interesting one.  So I had to be satisfied with taking mental pictures and giving them personalities.  I saw a few that had their arms posed in such a way that they looked graceful, like dancers or ice skaters about to start a routine.  Another had such droopy, twisted arms that it looked like it was giving itself a hug.  Others, with their arms raised at an angle, looked like opera singers hitting a sustained high note.  One, which had arms angling out to the side with little growths on the end, was surrounded by smaller cacti…it looked like a choir director, telling the choir to hold that note.  My imagination was on overdrive as we rode along.  Then we passed one that was accessible and seemed like the perfect specimen for a self-timer picture…tall, noble looking, all arms in good shape, etc.  So we stopped for a bit and admired the weird intricate beauty of the different varieties of cactus.  Doesn’t get old for me…. J
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Rode about 240 miles today….left at 11 a.m. and got back about 7:30.  The sun had set, it was dark and getting chilly, but it was a good ride!

It's just part of the Adventure....

Monday, March 28
Last night we did laundry after we got back from Sedona, then decided to just have chips and salsa for supper.  The cooking equipment was already packed away and by the time we got done with the laundry, it was easy to say ‘go for the junk’.  Then we hunkered down in the trailer…Kim was playing with a photo program and I caught up on writing postcards.  Noticed that the night air wasn’t quite as crisp as it had been, which was encouraging.  The last two nights we brought the electric heater into the tent…put it on low.  It made a nice barrier against the cold outside the tent, so it was a bit easier to get up in the morning.  Didn’t really need an alarm clock in the Flagstaff campground…crows did a fine job of waking me up each morning as they’re up talking early.   
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Moving day!  Broke camp at Flagstaff and headed to the Picacho KOA, which is between Phoenix and Tucson.  Hoping to put away the heater and bring out the fan!  Or at least be able to be outside without shivering.  I was wearing shorts today in anticipation of the truck cab being a bit warm with the sun coming in…and it was. But because of a wind, it really didn’t feel warm to me outside of the truck until we reached the KOA.  Didn’t do a lot of lingering at the rest area stops.
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The Picacho KOA is, more or less, snuggled in along the highway.  There isn’t a direct exit to it, so we had to travel a couple miles down a frontage road.  The location looks to be good for stargazing, but not so good for gas or groceries.  Eloy, AZ, is about 4 miles back west and it has a grocery store and gas station…and other stores necessary for small town living.  If we need a bigger store, we have to drive about 13 miles.  We are, however, within sight of Picacho Peak, the namesake of Picacho Peak State Park which is about 10 miles east. Wikipedia describes it like this:  “….centerpiece spire is visible from downtown Tucson, a distance of 45 miles.  The summit rises to 3,374 feet above sea level.  Though appearing to be the remnant of a volcanic neck, it is now believed to be a tilted and eroded piece of rock overlain by a lava flow.  The place name (Picacho Peak) is redundant: “picacho” means “big peak” in Spanish.” 
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Saw a roadrunner on our way down the frontage road.  It ran across the road in front of us and there was no coyote in pursuit. J
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We knew we were heading south, to the Tucson area.  It’s a good starting spot for riding in all directions and it has an observatory that Kim would like to visit.  So looking ahead to that area, I found that the KOA options weren’t real plentiful…only 3.  Started looking for availability and, well, the Tucson KOA doesn’t allow tents and if you want to stay in your trailer, rules state there must be a self-contained bathroom onboard.  Not that you have to use it, it just has to have one.  Wonder if we could put a can in the corner and call it good?  Benson KOA had no availability for a tent site or a cabin for the dates I provided.  Picacho KOA had plenty of availability so we went with it. It’s a bit farther from Tucson than Kim wanted to be (60 miles) but it works.  Plus we were hoping there would be a site big enough to accommodate truck, trailer and bikes.  No problem on that front, so this is our home away from home for the next 4 nights.
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When checking in today, the woman told us to be careful when we come in because the campground has some feral cats and please, don’t feed them because they catch and eat the snakes.  She claims there are no snakes in this campground.  And that’s just what Kim has been hoping to see…snakes.  No, seriously, he wants to get pictures of a snake in the wild.  While in theory it sounds all National Geographic and such, the reality of it would be totally different for me. J
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Got to Picacho late afternoon….it was windy, but the staff at the park told us this wind isn’t typical…that there’s a front moving through and the wind should die down soon.  As we saw it, there were three options: 1. Set the tent up in the wind…2. Wait for the wind to possibly die down and set the tent up then…or 3.  Sleep in the trailer.  After some discussion and figuring out the logistics, we choose Door #3, Sleeping in the Trailer.  J  And after getting it set up, I think we’re going to be downright cozy in here.  We can even stand the mattress on end to give us enough space to set up the table and play cribbage after dark.  We’ll have the fan going and there’s a roof vent so it shouldn’t get too stuffy overnight.  Said something similar before: what a difference a day and being a couple thousand feet lower in elevation makes!  Oh, and the staff here at Picacho has no issue with us staying in the trailer. No onboard bathroom necessary.  J  As we see it, it’s just part of the adventure!!



Color My World

Sunday, March 27
Happy Easter!! 
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Had a good night’s sleep!  Crows were being a bit rowdy early this morning….6:11 a.m. is when they woke me up.  I know because I had my phone by the bed this morning and checked it.  Snuggled back down into the warm until 8 a.m. when the alarm went off.  Then we got up to start our day; a shower being first on the list for both of us.  It’s amazing how your daily habits can change when you’re riding and camping.  Matted down hair is a standard look after a spin on the bike.  Put a hat on and I’m good to go.  A shower, which is part of my daily morning routine back home, usually happens at night on the road.  If we’re riding the next day, having a case of bed head is a non-issue because of the helmet.  No matter when I take a shower, though, I appreciate every little drop of water!
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We had plans on riding to an Easter service at a nearby church, then heading out to Sedona from there.  It was a chilly morning and the heater was making the tent so toasty warm that we really didn’t want to wander out into the chill just yet.  As we were sitting there, discussing our options, Kim suggested listening to a podcast from the Lenten series which Chip has been focusing on.  We could have a worship time right there in the warm tent, while waiting for the day to warm up.  We’d missed a couple of weeks, so it seemed a good opportunity to catch up.  And bonus! We discovered that our good buddy Doug Nitchman had preached on a Sunday that we missed.  Listened to not one, but two sermon podcasts…Doug’s and Chip’s from Palm Sunday. J  I know there’s benefit to worshipping together with a body of believers, but we discovered that once in a while a simple time of worship in a tent can be just as meaningful. No singing in our tent service, but that was okay. J
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We rode to Sedona today…and so did a whole lot of other people!  I’ve traveled Hwy 89A  from Flagstaff to Sedona a few times and I’ve never encountered the amount of traffic as we did today.   It wasn’t bad until we reached the Oak Creek Canyon area and then the busy-ness continued on into Sedona.  At lunch, we asked what was going on that the traffic was so incredible.  The answer: Spring break…beautiful day…Sunday…and Easter weekend.  Perfect conditions for two miles of stop and go traffic coming into Sedona.   I wear my camera on a harness around my neck when I ride; so the times we were stopped I had the opportunity to take pictures I wouldn’t have otherwise gotten.  That’s the silver lining, I guess.  And being from Charlevoix, we know how to wait in traffic and just go with it.  We headed back to Flagstaff at about 4:30, hoping the bulk of the traffic was done.  At the city limits as we were heading north on 89A, traffic heading into town was backed up farther than 3 hours earlier when we came in.  But there was very little traffic going our way, so we had an easy, mostly uninterrupted ride back. However, I did pull over a couple of times to let some traffic pass us.  I hate being the reason traffic is backing up.
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We’ve both visited Sedona before (in our former lives) and know full well the beauty of the red rocks, so there wasn’t that urgency to stop and take pictures of absolutely everything because “OMGosh, we’ve never seen anything so beautiful and who knows if we’ll ever see anything like this again”.  I’ve been guilty of that mentality and it usually means pulling off on the side of the road right then and there, creating angst for the people coming along behind. Oh, to be sure, we took lots of pictures, but we only stopped a couple of times and then it was in parking lots. A person has to be choosy about where to pull off the road when on a motorcycle. Because the sun was shining, the red in the rocks really popped; the leaves were full out on the trees; and the blue sky made an excellent backdrop.  Yep, it was a right colorful day!!
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There is an elevation change from Flagstaff to Sedona…from 7000 ft to 4300 ft.  On Hwy 89A that change is accomplished by about 3 miles of curves and 15 mph switchbacks.  Twisties/switchbacks are not on my list of fun things to encounter when on a motorcycle. (Not that fond of them in a car, either.)  The Great Crash of 2010 happened on an extreme right curve and while twisties don’t ‘own’ me anymore, I do tend to ride them slower than maybe most riders.  But having been on that route before, I knew what I was getting into…and coming up wasn’t any easier than going down. 
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Visited the Chapel of the Holy Cross today in Sedona. The way it was built to blend into its surroundings has always appealed to me.  It's an iconic area landmark and can be seen sitting up on a hillside among the red rocks from a couple of miles away.  Several years ago, when I visited it with friends, we had the place to ourselves.  Today it was a popular stop for camera toting people (us included).  There are benches inside, there are candles to light, and the view is spectacular…but I didn’t see a pulpit, which made me wonder if there are services held there.    Gatewaytosedona.com gave me the information I was seeking:
   The Chapel of the Holy Cross was a gift from Marguerite Brunswig Staude, a sculptress, philanthropist, and devout Catholic, who believed the arts should be in service of spirit and indeed, considered the Chapel of the Holy Cross to be her greatest artistic achievement and the fulfillment of her life's mission.  
   In its early years the Catholic Church, to whom Staude bequeathed the chapel, sometimes held services on the site. But the small size of the space eventually became inadequate to meet the needs of Sedona's Catholic community. So services were held elsewhere, and the chapel remained a shrine for people of all faiths.
That site contains a lot more information but I was mainly curious about whether it currently held services.  Curiosity satisfied!
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Okay, so my dilemma last night was whether or not to feed the squirrels today.  I didn’t feed the squirrels.  I wanted to…I wanted to watch them enjoy those orange peels, but I didn’t want to be one of those people that frustrate me by feeding the gulls back home.  Put one in the win column for my conscience. J


Sure it's just a hole in the ground, but....

Saturday, March 26
Slept snug as a bug in a rug….woke to a chilly morning again.  When planning this trip, Plan A was to explore Arizona on the bikes.  However, riding on a windy 50o day is not appealing, despite the fact we have our cold weather gear. And waiting to ride in a 2 or 3 hour window in the afternoon seems like we’re missing out on what Arizona has to offer. So, to make the most of our time here in Flagstaff, we’ve decided there’s no shame in going with Plan B, which is exploring in the truck.  Supposed to stay in the mid-50s today and the wind is mighty, so we’ll forego the bikes in favor of the truck.  Tomorrow we’ll reassess.  And in a few days we’ll be heading down Tucson way, so it’ll get warm again soon enough and we’ll be back on the bikes.
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Kim continues to modify the trailer, putting a door handle on the inside.  It only had an outside contraption to close and lock it…we’ve been pulling it tight by way of a tie down strap so we don’t lose the precious heat when we’re in there.  Now we can totally close the door and latch it from the inside and keep the warm where it belongs. Clever man!  **Tonight when we got back, a fellow camper stopped and mentioned that he was hauling his bike in a trailer, also.  When I mentioned hanging out in the trailer and then running for the tent because of the cold, he said that he sleeps in his trailer.  Puts his mattress back there, along with a heater and he’s good to go.  Both he and the bike fit.   
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It occurred to me today when we were out driving that with canyons and arroyos scattered about, the landscape looks very fractured. 
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Drove up to the Grand Canyon today…in the truck.  It was chilly and windy, not a good combination for riding.   We came in from the east and were told by the gatekeeper that the park was very busy today.  Sunshine and Saturday must have been bringing the people out.  Both Kim and I have been to the canyon in the past, but neither of us had come in from that direction so the east end of the canyon was new to both of us.  Our destination was the Village, where we thought to catch the shuttle bus up to Hermit’s Rest.  However, there was much to see before we got to the Village.  First viewpoint we came to was Desert Point, which has a tower that can be climbed to get a better overview on the canyon and the desert area to the east.  Of course, we stopped at other viewing opportunities along the way, too.  The Grandview Point stop was especially scenic as there were outcroppings of other types of rock that gave some contrast to pictures.   Sometimes the detail and depth of the canyon can get lost in the sameness of the color.  We had a decent walk to get to the rim as the parking area was full…we and many others parked along the entrance road.  Parking was an issue the entire time.   Seems all the people that made the park busy today were seeking out the same viewing spots we were.  Saw a few elk in the trees alongside the road.  Haven’t seen much wildlife this entire trip so that was a ‘ooh, we gotta stop’ moment….and we parked on the shoulder for that.  When we got to the Village, parking seemed to be non-existent and since neither of us was of a mind to walk a ½ mile or so to the buses, we called it good and headed out of the park.  We’d spent several hours gazing over the rim and being awed by what we saw, so we definitely didn’t feel cheated. We exited the park at about 3:30 p.m. through the main gate and were amazed to see cars backed up maybe two miles waiting to get in.  At 3:30 in the afternoon!   There was still a couple hours of daylight left to see the canyon and I’m sure the parking situation would be improving as people left…so upon second thought, maybe the timing wasn’t as crazy as it initially seemed to be.  And maybe it was the sunset they were hoping to see. 
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The Grand Canyon is one of those places where you think you just can’t take enough pictures.  Everything is so overwhelmingly scenic that you snap away at everything.  And then when you get home, you think ‘Why did I take so many pictures?’  And ‘Now where did I take this one?’ 
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Before heading out onto a rock outcropping, we waited for a mom and her two sons to get their picture taken by dad, who was up on the road.  As they turned to leave, the younger of the boys hopped up onto a rock that was a bit off the path.  The mom, with her gestures and words, was admonishing him to get off the rock and back on the path.  While I didn’t understand the language, I understood the anxiety.J
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Kim’s thought was ‘How many thousands of people have stood where I’m standing and taken the same pictures I’m taking?’
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Took another route back to Flagstaff.  I like taking a different route each way to see what there is to see.  On the way back, we saw a herd of mule deer.  When we stopped along the road to look, we certainly had their attention.  Looked a bit skittish at our presence, but I think I got decent pictures before they turned tail and ran. 
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Had an orange in the truck today.  Saved the peels for the squirrels back in the campground but we got back after dark, so they’ll have to wait til the morning for their treat.  But you know, I dislike it when people feed the seagulls at the beaches back home because it makes them fearless and here I am, looking forward to feeding the squirrels.  A bit hypocritical, I think…but the one difference I’ve seen is the boldness of the seagulls and the squirrels here still have a wariness about us humans.  Maybe I’m just trying to justify what I want to do.  Maybe by tomorrow I’ll have talked myself out of feeding the squirrels.  A conscience can be a tough opponent in a wrestling match. 



Too late to the party....

Friday, March 25             
We survived!!  My phone tells me that it reached 27o sometime last night.  No wonder my nose, about the only thing exposed, felt a little cold during the night.  With a sleeping bag under me and a sleeping bag, blanket and sheet on top plus the extra warm that Kim kicks out (and also wearing a fleece and socks), I eventually warmed up and really stayed toasty warm throughout the night.  However, there were other things that interrupted my sleep:  *1. Our mattress was on a very slight incline and when my brain registered that my feet were at the end of the bed, I woke up thinking something wasn’t quite right.  We had migrated downward…unfortunately our blankets had migrated with us, so it was a matter of pulling ourselves and the heavy covers back up to where we belonged.  That happened twice. *2. There was a truck camper next to us that came in late.  When its furnace would cycle on, it sounded like a really loud blow torch.  Heard that a few times. *3. Birds…not the pretty songbirds, but crows.  There was a very talkative crow up in a tree in our campsite yesterday when we set up. I think he may have been up there again early this morning, chattering away. *4. My phone alarm, which I had set for last Friday, went off again today…earlier than I wanted to get up.  And of course, it wasn’t next to me, it was across the tent…but I managed to get back to sleep after shutting it off.  *5.  The wind wasn’t constant so the couple of times it did pick up and blow through the trees overhead, I became aware of it.  
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I’m not sure any of those thing WOKE me up….well, except the alarm.  The other things may have just brought me to the surface of sleep…you know, not really awake, but aware.  All I know is that it was an ‘in and out’ kind of sleep experience.  Didn’t wake up for real until 9:15.  But the sun was coming through the trees, hitting the top of the tent…warming things up.   It’s a slow start for sure, but it’s okay because we want to let the day warm a bit before we get on the bikes.  There are a lot of things to see within a 90 mile radius, so we have time.  
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When we packed up in Needles, our tent had a lot of dirt in it….and we didn’t have a broom with us, so the dirt got packed up with the tent.  Last night we bought a small Shop-Vac so we could clean up before we set up our mattress, etc.  Great idea, except that it sucked up the tent floor, which made it difficult to go back and forth.  Bakker ingenuity to the rescue!  Kim taped a pencil across the mouth of the vacuum attachment so it would roll over the tent floor easier; then the process went a lot smoother.  Then he bought some cheap rugs that we put outside the tent, so we shouldn’t have the dirt problem so much this time around.
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This morning, he took advantage of last night’s trailer adjustments by cooking breakfast on the table in the trailer.   Outside the air was warming; there was a slight breeze but it was okay in the sun.  The picnic table was still in the shade, so we decided to set up another chair in the trailer and eat in there, also.  Not a typical camping experience but we’re making it work.  It’s all about adapting to the situation with what you got on hand

He was too late for pulp...
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He got a peel with pulp...
This campground has Abert’s squirrels. It looks like a cross between a rabbit and a squirrel. Interesting looking critters.  Yesterday, we bought some of the biggest oranges I’ve ever seen.  And while the fruit inside is still very big, some of their overall size comes from having a ¼“ thick skin.  When Kim eats an orange, he cuts the peel very neatly in quarters…I just rip it off.  He ate one this morning and left his 4 sections of peel on the picnic table while he went to cook breakfast.  Came out of the trailer to find that a couple of squirrels had each made off with a section of peel; one nibbling away at it on the ground while the other took his up a tree.  Found the one peel on the ground, all the pulp eaten away from the skin…the other peel is laying neatly up in the crook of a tree branch.  I’m assuming it, too, has been stripped of the pulp.  **I put the stripped peel on the picnic table to take a picture.  Left it there.  As I’m sitting in the sun typing, a squirrel comes bounding up to me (that was a bit startling), then heads over to the table.  Grabbed his prize peel and headed a few feet away.  He wasn’t very interested when he discovered there was no pulp.  You snooze, you lose, little one!!  ***Ha! Shortly after one squirrel left the peel, another came sneaking up to grab it.  I’m sure he found it as lacking in pulp as the first did.  Somewhere in this campground is a quarter of a huge orange peel, probably making the rounds with the squirrels.

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Today we rode to the Meteor Crater, which in layman’s terms is a big hole in the earth made about 50,000 years ago.   The cause of the hole has been debated through the years, originally it was thought to be the result of volcanic activity.  However, in 1903, mining engineer Daniel Barringer suggested it had been produced by the impact of a large meteorite.  He then went through the process of staking a claim to 640 acres of land from the center of the crater.  Years later, a geologist confirmed his hypothesis that it was caused by a meteorite.  The crater is still owned by the Barringer family through the Barringer Crater Company.  There is an entrance fee and a visitor center; a very knowledgeable and personable man named Eduardo leads tours there.  He will also take your picture in front of the largest discovered fragment of the 150 ton meteorite that created the crater.  And in case it ever comes up in Trivial Pursuit, in the 1960s astronauts trained at the crater to prepare for the Apollo moon missions.  What that training was about, I don’t know.  I mean, it’s not like the crater is a no gravity zone.  J
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Our ride was only about 80 miles today, but the sun was shining and the roads were open. Doesn’t matter how far you go under those conditions.  Just enjoying the riding.  And because of being out in the fresh air, I expect to sleep good tonight.
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When we got back to the campsite, Kim continued with his modifications to make the trailer a cozy little hideout from the weather.  Today, at a local resale shop, he bought an electric heater and then bought some additional stuff to make his electrical jury rigging from last night a little more permanent.  So that’s where we are right now…in the trailer with the heater going, Kim cooking supper and me on the computer.  After supper, we’ll hang out in here, either playing another game or working on pictures on the computer.  Life is good!!


The Big Chill....

Thursday, March 24
I’m coming to realize one of the less attractive side effects of dry heat is dry skin.  Visibly dry skin.  Either people who live here year round use a lot of lotion or just get used to it.  I’m using a lot of lotion.
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On our way up to Hoover Dam the other day, a section of 95 was called the Veteran’s Memorial Highway.  And along the way, there were sections dedicated to a particular war’s veterans.  It was chronological…first one I saw was for the WWI veterans and it continued on up to the current Global War on Terrorism Veterans.  The one that got me thinking, however, was the sign that said ‘Cold War Veterans’.  I always thought the Cold War was a war of differing ideologies (communism vs. capitalism/democracy) but without any direct troop involvement.  I was just a child when I first heard the term and came to think that it was about the tension between the USSR and US and involved nuclear weapon capability and waiting to see if either would blink, which could start a nuclear war.  Curiosity piqued, I researched it when I got back to the campground…there was so much more to it than I ever knew.  Depending on the source of information (and there are many online), the term ‘Cold War’ can encompass a broad range of events from the 1950’s to the 90’s.   Can’t say that I understand all that I read, but I now understand why there is a section of highway dedicated to Cold War Veterans.
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This is not in any way an advertisement for KOA, just some of my thoughts as we drove along today.  Years ago, I learned the value of looking at a KOA map and planning where to stay the next night.  Yet during our 5 years of riding together, Kim and I play it more by the seat of our pants, which sometimes means staying at a hotel when you have all your camping equipment with you.  There’s not always a campground around when we’re ready to get off the road.  Finally last year, during The Final Four trip, we bought a KOA membership.  Back to planning a bit in advance.  Love that I can look at the KOA map, find a campground in the direction we’re headed, and then check availability and make our reservations online or even on my phone.  Plus we get a discount!  We camped enough that we’ve more than made up for what the membership cost.  And we’ve always had a good experience with the staff at each of KOA that we’ve stayed at…and that’s been all across the country.  Friendly, knowledgeable helpful and they seem to genuinely enjoy their jobs.   Kim usually chats with them when he goes to the camp store to get ice, milk, etc.  Some staffers (usually couples) are what they call ‘work campers’….meaning they work minimal hours at the camp in exchange for free camping.  In Texas last year, we met a couple who were doing an ‘exchange’….meaning they switched campgrounds with another owner for a short time.  It gave both couples a vacation of sorts, knowing they were leaving their campground in good hands.  I imagine it takes time to develop that kind of trust. 
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4 layers and a neck scarf
We’re at the Flagstaff KOA for the next 4 nights.  We’re actually in Site 27, but they told us to go ahead and spill over into 26 if we wanted.  It’s so small, they usually don’t use it.  Nice place to park the bikes.  When I checked in, I saw a *Freeze Warning* for those using water in their RVs.  Freeze???  Say it isn’t so!  What a difference a couple of days and being a few thousand ft higher in elevation makes!  And while I’m sitting here, adding clothes as the sun sets behind the mountain, I know it’s nothing compared to the spring snowstorm that’s happening back home.  But, honestly, if I was home, the weather would be annoying and unwelcome but not something to be feared.  After all, I’d be home and have a fireplace to cozy up to. No, sleeping in a tent on a night when it’s predicted to be in the high 20’s is something to be feared!  But Kim thinks we’ll be okay because we brought our two heavy duty sleeping bags along….both of them are already on the mattress, plus sheets and a blanket.  And I know that Ezra, Anna and Elise (Anna’s sister) would have no sympathy for us, as they camped up at the Grand Canyon over the Christmas holiday…temps dropped to near zero.  Yikes!    Not allowed to have ground fires here, so we just might have to make a big ol’ fire in the grill.  Despite the idea that camping and campfires go hand in hand, a fire hadn’t even been on our radar screen back in Needles.  Now it definitely is!
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Today was all about getting from Kingman to Flagstaff, then getting our campsite set up.  Nothing big happened…unless you count the sighting of what was either 2 wild pigs or 2 fat goats.  It was hard to tell what they were because they were back among some bushes and my glimpses of them were fleeting.  They were midsized (smaller than a deer or cow) and moved, so I know they weren’t rocks.  J  My initial reaction was pig, so I’m sticking with that.
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Farther on down the road from the pig/goat sighting, we saw a herd of maybe 20 pronghorn…and there was no doubt about what they were. J Didn’t see them in time to stop but we kept our eyes sighted ahead looking for more.  Alas, that was the only pronghorn sighting today, but we’ll be riding around the area in the next couple days. 
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I’ve thought about Cullen, Grady and Finley every time we see a train…and that’s been plenty as the railroad system is alive and well out West.  They’d be tickled to see the trains rolling along throughout the countryside.  Have seen many trains everyday…and they’re not short either.  Long trains loaded with so many types of shipping containers.  I saw COSCO on a lot of them today…wondered if they were loaded with all sorts of baby/little kid things because I know that Cosco makes car seats, etc. But got to thinking about it and decided that maybe it was something else….so I googled it.  The first site listed was www.cosco-use.com and I clicked on it. Bingo!!  This explains what I was seeing on those trains: As a premier carrier of refrigerated commodities for both import & export, COSCO has been very successful in providing the most specialized handling and reporting to meet the most stringent demands of the top importers and exporters in the world.
   Whether you are moving chilled, frozen or hard freeze, COSCO will service you with our international reefer committee which includes both commercial and operational decision makers on a specialized team.  The COSCO Reefer Committee is dedicated to creating 21st century solutions for your high volume, low volume, time sensitive or hard to service locations anywhere in the world.
So it wasn’t about kid things at all.
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Ready to play Farkle in the trailer
I mentioned that having a rug in front of the tent sure would cut down on the amount of dirt, stones and pine needles we were tracking inside.  Kim went on a rug buying mission; I stayed behind to work on the journal and sort through pictures I’ve taken.  When he got back and saw how many layers I had put on in an attempt to stay warm, he set up a table and chair for me in the trailer.  Bikes are already out so it’s just sitting here empty.  What a difference it made just getting out of the wind.  Now only hands and feet are chilly.  Over the course of the next hour, Kim got the lights on inside the trailer and got a little heat going by using the camp stove and cast iron griddle. After ten minutes, we have a cozy little enclosure in which to play cribbage or maybe some Farkle.  I didn’t think about it until Kim mentioned it, but I still have an internet connection in here, too.  Earlier, we had talked about putting the mattress in here tonight with a little heater (trailer has a top vent), but opted to tough it out.  If tonight is unbearably cold in the tent, I think we may be making some changes for tomorrow night, though.  J 
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Where and when we ride tomorrow depends on how long it takes the day to warm up.  It’s predicted to be in the 60s.  We do have our cold weather gear but neither of us are opposed to exploring in the truck if necessary. 
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I realized today that we haven’t had the radio on in the truck the entire time we’ve been driving.  For sure, we both have music playing when riding the bikes and Kim has music playing right now as we sit in the trailer….but in the truck, the radio has been off.  We didn’t make a conscious decision to keep it off...it’s just kind of the way it’s been, which is interesting since we’re both so music oriented.  And, you know, we’ve been okay with the silence.  It’s a companionable silence and when we want to talk, we do.  And if one of wants to turn the radio on, that’s okay, too.  It’s just that we haven’t. 


A river runs through it, but not the Rio Grande....

Wednesday, March 23
Our time at the Needles KOA is over.  Broke camp and moved on today.  While at the Needles campground, I would have to go up by the clubhouse to get online.  Our campsite was just too far away for a signal.  There had been a group of maybe 10 people from the RV side of the park getting together each night for a card game or Bingo, and it seems there was usually a dessert to share.  I sat outside, but the door was open so I could hear them if I tuned in, but mostly I was in my own world, sorting out and recording the events of the day.   They’d wander outside when it was time for a smoke break, chat a bit, and then head back in. I couldn’t help but hear their conversation when they were outside.  They know a bit about each other’s lives outside the park and it sounded like it was getting to be time for some of them to head home, wherever home may be…I know it’s Canada for one couple. I didn’t butt into any of their conversations, but several times I wanted to.J  Anyway, it was an interesting glimpse into the world of winter RV resorters, but don’t think I’m ready for that yet. 
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One of my mottos has become ‘take the opportunities when you get them because you might not get another one’.  When looking at where we were heading (Flagstaff), an opportunity presented itself.  Kingman was about an hour down the road on our way to Flagstaff.  If  we spent the night there, we could make the trip up to Grand Canyon West, the part of the canyon that’s controlled by the Hualapai tribe (phonetical pronunciation: Wall-a-pie) and be on our way to Flagstaff tomorrow.  Back when we were planning our trip, we had made a list of the ‘must see’ stuff….Grand Canyon was Kim’s contribution.  He’d been there briefly years ago, but wanted another look.  So I thought Grand Canyon West would be a good opportunity to get a more complete view of the canyon.     Timewise, it made sense to get a hotel instead of a campsite.  We got to the hotel about noon, dropped the trailer and headed right out for the canyon. We took the truck because I knew from a previous visit that there was a section of the road that was gravel/dirt….not keen on riding that on the bikes.  Update:  Since my last visit, the road has been improved…completely paved now.  So we could have ridden the bikes, but since we didn't leave until about 1 p.m. and the drive was about 1 ½ hours, we didn’t get back until after dark.  It was a good plan to take the truck.
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This is the way the Grand Canyon West experience works:  you park, you go into the visitor’s center and purchase tickets to get on a bus that takes you the rest of the way.  There are a variety of ticket options; the more you want to do, the more you pay.  You can do the basic, which is the cheapest way to go beyond the visitors center…you get to visit the Hualapai Ranch (looked like a family experience) and the two viewing points out at the rim of the canyon. Or you can go for broke…an airplane ride overhead, a helicopter ride down into the canyon, a pontoon boat ride on the Colorado River.  Then of course, if you want to eat, you can buy a meal ticket with your tour package or purchase from the a la carte menu out at the viewing points.  Then there’s the Skywalk…a horseshoe shaped glass walkway that takes you out beyond the rim, with nothing but air and about 2,000 feet between you and the bottom of the canyon.  It wasn’t completed at the time of my first visit in 2006; and frankly, I couldn’t believe somebody thought that walking on glass out over the canyon was a good idea.  Kim didn’t have any issues with going out on it.  I figured enough people have walked on it and it hasn’t fallen down yet, so I was going to do it, too....until we found out that cell phones and cameras were not allowed; they were to be left in lockers before heading out on the Skywalk.  However, there would be a professional picture, taken out on the Skywalk, available for purchase.  We had been willing to pay the additional price for the Skywalk…but when we found out we weren’t allowed to take pictures, we passed on it. That was our choice.  And after watching people along the rim fiddling with their selfie sticks, cameras and cell phones would really slow down  the flow of people out on the Skywalk.  So I get the reason behind  not allowing them out there.  Bottom line is that I didn’t get to test my courage and tempt gravity on the Skywalk, but I’m really okay with that. 
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Grand Canyon West is a real boost to the economy of the Hualapai tribe.  It’s their tribal land and they’ve chosen to offer people another way to experience the Grand Canyon, instead of just building another casino.  This can be a family experience (although an expensive one), as well as a cultural experience…something you can’t say about a casino.   
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Overheard this comment from one brother to another as all around are taking in the splendor of the Grand Canyon:
Older brother, smiling:  Hey, that’s the Rio Grande down there and that’s Mexico over there. (pointing to the other side)
Younger brother:  What? Really?
I don’t believe the older brother really thought that, but it sounded like the younger brother may have been taking the bait. J
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Besides the Ranch, the bus takes visitors to two stops along the canyon rim.  Eagle Point is where the Skywalk is located and Guano Point is where the remnant of a guano mining operation is located.  That’s right…someone tried mining bat poop at the canyon rim.  This is an excerpt from Wikipedia on the subject: The Bat Cave guano mine, located in the western Grand Canyon of Arizona at river mile 266, 800 feet (240 m) above Lake Mead, was an unusual, expensive and noteworthy mining operation. The natural cave was a bat habitat and contained an accumulation of guano. 
   The cave was apparently discovered in the 1930s by a passing boater. Several unsuccessful early attempts were made to mine the nitrogen-rich guano deposit within the cave for fertilizer. The U.S. Guano Corporation bought the property around 1957. Based on a reputable mining engineer's estimate that the cave contained 100,000 tons of guano, the company constructed an elaborate plan to extract the guano. A small airstrip was built on a nearby sandbar in the Colorado River, and all supplies and machinery needed were then flown in. An aerial tramway was built from the mine to Guano Point on the South Rim, with the cable headhouse built on land leased from the Hualapai tribe. The cableway crossed the river, with a main span of 7,500 feet (2,300 m), and a vertical lift of 2,500 feet (760 m). About 30,000 feet (9,100 m) of 1.5 inch (38 mm) steel cable were used, to support and pull a cable car large enough to transport 2,500 pounds (1,100 kg) of guano. The same car was used to transport the miners to and from work. The guano was mined using a large industrial "vacuum-cleaner" with ten-inch hoses. From the cable head, the guano was hauled by truck to Kingman, Arizona and packaged for retail sale.
   The mining engineer's estimate of the potential size of the guano deposit proved wildly optimistic: the cave contained only about 1,000 tons of minable guano, not the 100,000 tons of the engineer's estimate. Most of the cave was filled with valueless limestone rubble. Mining ceased in early 1960. Guano sold for about $100 a ton then, so this was not a profitable venture.
Just seems like a whole lot of trouble for bat poop.