It IS Grand

On Monday, Bill rode from Flagstaff, AZ about 77 miles to Grand Canyon, and Kathy practiced her water girl skills. This involved primarily finding a good parking spot with some shade, setting up a chair and waiting for Bill. The ride was a good one - rolling hills for most of the trip, although Bill says that hills on straight roads where you can see miles ahead are more discouraging than winding roads. The trip was hot (hitting 90) and at quite an altitude (up to 8,000 feet). He still had some left at the end of the trip, but we put the bike on the car at the park entrance to take advantage of Bill's Golden Age National Parks pass. Saved $25 for his (much) younger wife! We spent yesterday at the canyon, and there couldn't be a way to appreciate the grandeur without being there. It's so much bigger than I had comprehended or that a picture can portray. We're now off to somewhere in California tonight, planning to arrive in Anaheim on Friday for Kathy's conference. All goes on schedule, although there's been less opportunity for good rides than Bill had hoped.