Today was a GRAND day.
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| YEE-HAW! |
We first arrived in Grand Canyon just before sundown Monday night. After a quick walk about, we retired to our quaint dude ranch-esque retreat. Giddy with overtiredness, this is what happens in a cabin in the woods:
Our digs for the night:
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| Bright Angel Lodge |
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| Sup Elk |
We got up early for a morning hike on the Rim Trail. The views were truly breathtaking.
In other news, Liz made a brave choice to face her squirrel phobia via exposure therapy. One friendly little mangy canyon rat turned Liz into a true believer.
"We're friends now"
Thankfully a very friendly, very Southern lady did a bang-up job taking a picture of us. When we complimented her on her photographic prowess, her response was priceless: "Oh I do a lot of Facebook, honey."
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| You get into dat FB, gurl |
Going on a mule ride requires the most absurd extensive preparation you can imagine. The semi-amused front desk lady let Liz try on dirty old mule hats, after which we decided to buy official ten-gallon hats for $7.
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| It was either this or a dirty, used Dr. Pepper cap |
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| Whoa now boys, back right up and form an orderly queue at the door. |
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| GIDDY up |
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| Certified cowgirls |
Apparently you cannot ride a mule without tying 85 cubic yards of string onto all of your belongings. Hats, sunglasses, cell phones, keys. We were more harnessed up by our own stuff than the damn mules. We also were required to use the "mule motivator" to beat our asses into submission...
50 shades of mule
Introducing Judd and Dubby. Dubby was kind of a rat bastard and kept trying to bite Kathryn whilst tossing his head and stamping his hooves. Call him Miley, because he can't be tamed. Meanwhile, Judd was chill AF.
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| Braid Beard |
Just chuggin' along
Our tour guide, Wes, was Captain Crazypants. A kind-hearted mule breeder, we think he did one too many peyote trips because he could barely string a sentence together, much less a joke. Exhibit A, his mother-in-law joke/story that "is guaranteed to have you sitting on the porch for Thanksgiving dinner if you tell it to your wife." Watch all the way to the end for the punch line...
Don't laugh too hard now everyone
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| "If your mule goes over the edge just keep your eyes open cuz it's a great view" |
We peaced outta da canyon around 4:30pm and embarked on a quick 4.5 hour jaunt to southern Utah. A transcendent sunset drive through the Arizona back country made us forget that we were tired and smelled like mules. No service, no other cars, a massive lightning storm, an amazing sunset in the clouds, listening to Mumford and Sons. It was a spiritual experience.
Alright folks, finally, we have one more story to tell for the night. We arrived at our Airbnb in Hurricane, UT close to 10pm and had the hardest laugh we've had yet on the trip...and that's saying something because we've been doing nothing but goofing around for 3 weeks. The following pics and videos shall demonstrate what will forevermore be referred to as...the BUBBLE TUB INCIDENT.
1. Liz decides a nice soak in the tub is in order.
What. Happened.
2. Things start to get a little out of hand.
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| Call her Michael Buble |
3. Liz begins to actually disappear into a bubble cloud.
"Willy Wonka would kick me out of his factory"
4. SH*T DEVOLVES INTO MADNESS
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| #despair |
4. This is not real life.
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| #couture |
We hope you laughed your socks off like we did today. It was one for the books.
Nighty night!
L&K
Great post! The pictures of Grand Canyon are fantastic, you guys are cute as pie on those mules--and Liz dressed in bubbles! Now that's a treat!
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