So Paul and I and friend Tina just got back from a week-long roadtrip to the north rim of the Grand Canyon -- much ridiculousness and fun was had, pictures to be posted later. Highlights included an electrolyte-draining 8 hour hike down and up the canyon (all agreed it was the most strenuous event ever undertaken by any of us, all agreed we feared heat-induced insanity more than once, but we were not as insane as the guys who were hiking from the south rim down to the Colorado River and then up the north rim all in one day -- when they passed us they were on mile 22, with 9 hours behind them and one more to go...) The GC was followed by meanderings around Utah and southern Idaho, including visits to the drenched-in-Mormonism Moqui Cave (we were lured by the promise of dinosaur footprints and flourescent minerals) and a full day expressing awe over the lave flow at Craters of the Moon. Sunburns are being tended to, and the tent more or less survived an Idaho windstorm that bent one of its poles when it went careening across the campground Friday morning.
But the beautiful ending to all this is that two hours after returning last night, Paul's mom called in a frenzy, insisting that we meet them in Denver right away because she ended up with an extra hotel room for a week (for a Lion's Club Conference) and she doesn't want "the space to get wasted" and apparently she can't get a refund. So, already loopy from a week of car camping, it looks like we're heading out again to save the parents from the possibility of not getting their money's worth.
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