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... them wander out across the roads, confident that everyone would stop for them. After our morning in the park, Neville joined us and we walked a bit of the Angel Head trail for some last views and photos, then caught the blue bus back up to where our Rv was parked. We went past the Grand Canyon railway ( the train that runs from Williams to the Grand Canyon daily) and the mule stables, where we saw a lot of mules waiting in the sun for their turn to take tourists ...
... I could cry.
So high-five me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll root for me,
Write me like you never have before.
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
And I know when I'll be back again,
Oh amigos, I'm so happy I could roar.
There's so many times I've clowned around,
So many times I've stomped around,
I tell you now those were all good times.
Every place I go, I'll ...
... I usually made. My all time favorite, and one that I’ve taken to many states and on many trails is one I made from a saguaro cactus rib I found in the Superstition Mountains about seven years ago. But I decided to try the poles and I like them for this kind of trip. They have some drawbacks compared to a single pole, but they also have advantages over a single pole such as going uphill. So, as karma goes, the joke's on me: now I'm one ...
... drag and cause the bike to be unstable. 'Silly show-off bugger' we thought. At the bottom of this steep descent, where another wide and flat-bottomed valley greeted us, we entered an alley of parked cars with hundreds of people standing by the road holding American flags. Did this have something to do with the Harley rider? Police cars with their lights flashing were dotted about and there were many more up a road to our left. When we stopped at one of the last cars on the ...
... cars, no road noise, no planes or jets overhead -- that you could actually hear the wind hushing against the rocks. For honeymoon romance, this had it all over any hotel room. We were blessed to have landed here, however imperfectly, the night before. Since we were all by our lonesome up on the hill (and NOBODY was awake at 5am), we were able to let the dogs tear-ass around in the sand while we packed up our kit. They had a nice early-morning chase & wrestle, and Jake decided he'd ...