A Train Ride to Arizona’s Big Hole
Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
360Trip End Aug 21, 2011
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First was the Wild West show. Some washed up old blokes pretending to shoot each other at high noon. Then there was the 'coach cabin personal attendant' who must have been on some sort of drugs. ‘Miss Jeanie’ as she called herself was new to the job and clearly keen to please. The idea of paying a good deal of money to enjoy a spectacular train ride across Arizona in a relaxed carriage was beyond this nutcase. It was as if she was a 6 year old kid who had just been given a microphone for Christmas.
Then came the photographer, so desperate to catch the ‘special’ moment on board. When we said we did not need a photo she turned into a dragon and started digging at the British way. More about her later.
Having survived some ‘cultural’ musicians in the carriage we jumped off to then join a line for the shuttle bus. Am I whinging? From this point we were blown away.
The Grand Canyon was breath-taking (Miss Jeanie later went on to say that "life is not about how many breaths you take, it is about how many breathes it takes away". God that woman was annoying). The canyon cannot be appreciated without a visit, the rock formations seemed inexplicable and the vastness cannot be described by figures. It was a seriously big hole.
We really loved our day off and feel very lucky to have visited this mighty show of geological history.
Back on the train to Williams the craziness intensified. Ms Jeanie got back on the mic to tell few jokes ( Following “What do you call a sheep with no legs = Answer a cloud; one of them was “What do you call a deer with no legs? = No ideer. The joke is actually “What do you call a deer with no eyes?”, hence ‘no eyedeer’. At the point of wanting to give Miss Jenie a lethal injection, the photographer resurfaced. Our conservative British way seemed to have upset her and she presented us with a special photo which was free of charge
We really had a great day at The Grand Canyon. We managed to enjoy it away from the crowds by doing a magical two hours walk along the South Rim. It was of course helped by some very well made sandwiches and the odd encounter with insightful Americans (“New Zealand has good golf courses because it is such a huge country just like the US” said the lady from Ohio). No, seriously, it was a magical stroll and we gazed down at the track that went from South to North rim with envy and a plan to come back and do it again one day. Even on the train journey home we got into the spirit of things as the train was held up by cowboys who robbed us all for jewellery and cash (Pols and I could spot the horse trailer attached to a jeep hidden behind a bush but our enthusiastic fellow passengers didn’t!).
Back on camp we enjoyed a cool and blowy supper watching the condors catch the thermals high above. Flagstaff tomorrow and hoping for a wind in the right direction. Also great to here Murray is on the semis. I suggest someone finds Rafa and stamps on that bad foot.
Miles Cycled: 4 to catch the ‘fun’ train