Arizona! We were all excited when we crossed the state line — not sure why since it was just a sign on the side of the road but I’m always happy to join in anything fun. We were gunning for the Grand Canyon that first day but, after making some stops through the Navajo Nation for beads — oh, and BISON JERKY! — it was getting dark. We got as far as Cameron instead, a Navajo town with an old trading post. Early the next morning we were off to GC but, it seemed my people hadn’t learned from the day before, stopping again to shop from the Navajo along the way. Luckily there weren’t as many miles to cover so we managed to get to our destination well before dinner.
Our first look at the Grand Canyon was at the Watchtower on the east end. We couldn’t go up in the tower but, even with all the tourists, they let us go right out to the edge and have a look. After so many places dogs weren’t welcome in Utah it was sure nice to be able to get out and say hello to some fellow travellers. I don’t know what those Utah people thought we were going to do to their trails…but anyway, that’s behind us now. Truth is, they have rules at the Grand Canyon too, not allowing us below the rim. They don’t say why that is but I think it’s just so we don’t show up the humans. For them, it’s too far to walk to the bottom of the canyon and back up in a day, and there are warning signs and notices everywhere about the dangers of attempting it. We’ve followed horses for more than 20 km, sometimes up steep hills, and with many side trips to chase squirrels! I can’t see how 14 km, half of it downhill, would be such a big deal.
So T and Nollind did the below the rim hike on their own, going down about a third of the way and back up again. Apparently it was fantastic. After that Nollind was much more impressed and stopped calling it the “big ditch”. Until then he didn’t seem to see what all the fuss was about, especially after all of the great places we’d already been.
Logan and I got to go on a walk about the village and I was so keen to get out I kept pulling on my harness. When I do that it tightens and I have to give a good shake to loosen it up again.
We stayed two nights in the National Park campground and then headed south toward Sedona. Along the way we took a detour to see some ruins — which is apparently a place people lived a long time ago. There wasn’t much to smell with everyone gone for so long but it was a nice little walk. The drop in elevation of two thousand feet from GC to Sedona made for summer-like weather, so T and Nollind spent the first day hiking to three of the vortex locations. Now a vortex is an energy centre that’s supposed to amplify whatever you’ve got going on and if that applies to diarrhea then I’m a believer! Whatever Logan slurped up from that canyon pool passed to me and I was up 3-4 times every night for four nights. If they’d left the door open I would have been happy to let myself out but I had to wake T up to take me out instead. After the first night she and Nollind took turns letting me outside. I don’t think they liked it much but they felt bad for me and were nice about it. We stayed in Sedona four days — one of them like summer, two like fall and the last one a lot more like winter. Predictably…it was time to go. The first snowflake hits and those two are running like a couple of greased pigs at the Strathmore rodeo!
On a snowy Sunday morning we left Sedona and went to an even colder, snowier place up in the hills by a mining town called Jerome. I still wasn’t feeling so good and was happy to sleep in the trailer while T and Nollind had lunch and walked around town. Not wanting to camp in the snow again, we left Jerome, driving off into the sunset, heading for Nevada.