Grand Canyon Part 2

Our first stop to peer over the edge of the canyon turned out to be a good one. Unfortunately I had busted one of my toes horsing around with Joana at Zion a few days earlier and it still hurt, so we didn't hike down into the canyon. Someday we'll go back and do that though because it's really so big that I had a hard time relating to it from up on the rim. Photo of us by an anonymous, friendly, fellow tourist.

Grand Canyon Part 1

The day slips away while we watch from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon near the Tovar lodge.

Rambling Rose

A rambling red rose frames Joana in the courtyard of the Cameron Trading Post Lodge. Cameron, Arizona 2004

Lake Powell Part 2

We found a secluded cove where we anchored the boat and ate lunch. Afterwards I went for a swim and the water was almost warm enough. Late May 2004

Julius the Bull Rider

We met Julius while visiting Mary Anne at the Shonto School. He is a Navajo Bull Rider and invited us to come watch him practice at the Shonto rodeo grounds. I will just say that while I respect all the bull riders' courage and their amazing abilities, what they are doing seems absolutely crazy tome! Everyone (aside from the bulls) seemed to be enjoying themselves though, and there are some fringe benefits. When we told Julius we lived in Connecticut he told us he had competed in the huge tribal gathering in Connecticut called Schemitzun and had won several thousand dollars and a new pickup truck that he drove back across the U.S. to Arizona. Hopefully it has comfy seats because his backside had to be hurtin'.

Have A Seat!

Cameron Trading Post in Cameron , AZ.

Magic Hour

We walked over desert scrubland for about a half a mile to the un- developed overlook. It was a couple miles south of Page, AZ and the Glen Canyon Dam. The sun was setting, small birds zipped by our ears, and we were happy to be there together.

Shonto Navajo Reservation

Another friend leaves The Elm City vowing never to return. Miss Mary MAC's Navajo Reservation menagerie. Trans- planted piece for piece from Wooster Street, New Haven to her reservation home where she teaches at the Navajo school. Now that she's met and married the love of her life I wonder if her walls look the same?

The world to ourselves.

Would we get lonely spending all our time like Taylor and Nova in Planet of the Apes?