Another word to describe: deadly
The international sign of hiker distress (see sign below). Like someone choking on a buffalo wing clutching at their throat, whenever a traveler is lost in the wilderness and growing dehydrated, they will make this signal and be saved. True story. The people next to me are randoms from Livonia I tricked into befriending on the trail. They were not well equipped for the trail. Thus the hiker distress.
Losing balance.
Ridiculously fashionable. HA.
B-E-A-utiful.
My group. Taking a rest. Enjoying the view. 
First stay in a hostel. Met some nice people and pretty blokes. Offended (not really) an Englishwoman. Apparently, 'chap' is not gender-neutral.
Below, back in Sedona.
The road home.
And a weekend in Lake Havasu, visiting my Aunt Gladys and Uncle Terry K. Tempted to fastforward life fourty years and just keep hanging out with them indefinately (just kidding). They were great hosts and we had some great chats! Love you guys!
Below left. Sitting outside the trailer enjoying some juice boxes, i asked Uncle Terry how far one would travel to get to California. 'About 8 feet around that side of the trailer, and you can see it across the lake.' HA.
Below right. The London Bridge. Relocated and pictured gratuitously for the fam.
HOME IN SIX
-r
Interesting how those Livonians have a Detroit sweatshirt.
ReplyDeleteIf mom would have been in Havasu with you, you know you would have sung London Bridges Falling Down at least 5 times.
see you in a few.