It is grand

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We finally made it out of California and headed straight for the Grand Canyon. We arrived in the evening just 50 miles south and stayed in a small town in Arizona called Williams. The two lane downtown was full of Christmas lights and Route 66 memorabilia. It was a charming welcome and refreshing to be in a small community. A place where you can tell the locals from the travelers. The only restaurant opened, Cruisers Cafe 66, boasted about the local brew of amber ale. I was satisfied. Many of the dinners arrived in pj's. During our two day stay most of the business remained closed. I hoped it was because of the low tourist season.

In the late morning we headed up to the canyon. You should know that I am terrified of heights. But the experience of Grand Canyon was not to be missed. Jason, being the thrill seeker, dared to walk off the path and along the edges. I was a nervous wreck most of the time. We wanted to go on a mule ride down the canyon, but at 175 a pop, we decided it was not the best idea when on a budget. After an hour I was over my initial nervousness and I got closer to the edges without the barriers. It was a personal triumph.

After 4 hours we headed back to Williams to get our last bite to eat at Rod's Steak House. A quick steak dinner later, we finished our evening with an after dinner drink at Sultana's Bar- the self proclaimed "world famous bar". Jason jumped on the change to knock back a few on the rocks and urged me into a few games of pool. It was a good time.

Next stop Albuquerque New Mexico to visit a friend.

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