We were in Provo, UT the night before and didn't get to bed until 12am. We figured in order to make our 1pm boat tour on the colorado river, we needed to awake at about 3:30 and be on the road BY 4am. Of course on a night like this NO ONE sleeps well and we get paranoid about missing our alarm clocks, etc.
However, we did hit the road by 4 and were on our way to Page, AZ. We passed some fantastic national parks including Bryce National Park- known for it's Hoodoos (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoodoo_(geology))
We did make the stop here to go to a view point and view these fantastic Hoodoos:
Once we finally arrived in Page, AZ... We THEN realized we were about 3 hours early due to time changes, a GPS system that underestimates my speed capabilities, and a state that does not recognize daylight savings time (except for in Indian Reservations, or something like that - that's what someone said).
So we spent our time in a small cafe drinking dt. pepsi that tasted like cherry syrup and a root beer float that looked like what I wanted to do in the bathroom.
In conclusion - we CLEARLY made our boat tour and were happy to do so. However, we did not realize this ALSO included a far bus ride to the drop off (we both passed out on the bus like it was our job). Once we got off the bus it was as if we had no idea where we were or what we were doing all we really recall was being told to leave our bags and put on hard hats:
We proceeded to the boat where we ended up (intelligently) sitting by the gasoline cans that were exposed and leaking gas the entire trip.
In conclusion, the 15 mile boat tour was fantastic and included beautiful sights, hearing thunder in the canyon, a great tour guide some great boat mates we later saw at the Grand Canyon, and a lovely ending rain that brought us to the Vermillions which start the grand canyon. We then realized this meant another bus ride. . . this one ended up feeling like 3 hours but was really around an hour (we clearly passed out yet again, due to lack of sleep). I just remember driving through Indian reservations and hearing our bus driver/tour guide speak about the Native Americans of that area. How some of the children STILL ride a bus 3 hours each direction in order to get to school.
I clearly have no idea what's going on in this photo and I have no idea where I am:
2 comments:
Sounds like a Horchata experience..I'm sure you missed the dt. pepsi at Rey at that moment!
your posts are great! i went to bryce, zion and arches w/ my dad on the way back from ca this time around. beautiful stuff...but no crazy bus rides or boat rides.
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