Sweetest Hangover: I Don’t Need No Cure

If there’s a cure for this
I don’t want it
I don’t want it
If there’s a remedy
I’ll run from it
From it
Think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
‘Cause I love you
I’ve got the sweetest hangover
I don’t wanna get over
Sweetest hangover
Yeah, I don’t wanna get over
I don’t wanna get
I don’t wanna get over
Ooh, I don’t need no cure
I don’t need no cure
I don’t need no cure
Finally, Carolyn and I get a day off together so after work we jump in the car and head off to Sedona. I am determined to hike the Hangover Cow Pies Loop come rain or shine. For a Friday, the trip to Sedona wasn’t too stressful. A stop at Starbucks gets me energized and a couple hours later our first stop in Sedona is the Sedona Beer Company.
Sedona Beer Company is a hidden gem off of Jordan Road and it has a decent Friday night crowd. First time we have visited since it opened in its current location in August 2018. The place has a great atmosphere with cool ambiance and patio seating as well as indoor tables and bar seating. Got talking to a customer (go figure) who once lived in Payson (1989-90) where his daughter was born and who is one of the owners. I told him we were planning on hiking the Hangover Cow Pies Loop Trail and he gave me some history about the trail. A friend of his helped with creation of the trail and was instrumental in getting it built. Got some some food recommendations and we enjoyed a craft draft with a fantastic chicken breast sandwich and unbelievably good sweet potato waffle fries. Beer choices were the decadent stout and the golden ale.
On to the Hilton Sedona Resort at Bell Rock. One of the great benefits of working for Hilton is travel so we have made the Hilton our home in Sedona. Absolutely love the place and the guest service they provide.
After a fabulous breakfast at the resort, we headed out to Schnebly Hill Road and the trail head for Munds Wagon Trail which will we will take to get to Hangover. A cloudy day with chances of rain mid 50’s and a late start around 11:00. We are a bit concerned about rain but have our rain jackets packed. We hike approximately 1.7 miles up Munds Wagon to get to the Hangover Trail. hipMPAYdRamwREVGwIR04AMountain Bikers are to ride further up to Cow Pies and go counter clockwise on the loop. I’m here to say that hikers are best going clockwise by starting at Hangover. We headed up the trail on a series of switchbacks encountering several mountain bikers that were coming down.

You climb and you climb some 1200+ feet into a saddle that is nothing less then spectacular for the views. You can see into the town of Sedona, Highway 89A, Midgley Bridge, and the Oak Creek Canyon. Words cannot adequately describe the views.

The hike continues and Carolyn and I scramble straight up to another ledge that might be less then 4 feet wide. It is very narrow and you definitely cannot have a fear of heights or suffer from any form of vertigo. This hike on the ledge is not for the feint of heart but yet is is exhilarating.

Carolyn and I are hoping the rain will hold off as these rocks can become very slippery when wet. During this time my smart phone and its photo taking is safely in my pocket as we are hiking on the edge. Intense and the rain thankfully holds off. We finally get to the Cow Pies Saddle and the wind comes up and it begins sprinkling. The trek down is not quite as intense but still exciting.

As we look to the north and east we see jeeps on Schnebly Hill and we can see Carousel Rock in the distance. It is just beautiful being out on the edge with the one you love. On our journey down to the trail head our conversation is filled with the wows and excitements of the hike.

What would a hike be without unwinding with a craft beer? Exactly so back to Sedona Beer Company we go for a couple juniper saisons and those incredible sweet potato waffle fries. It just fits. TtSwLmhqQPakWNPgFtRKWAWe unwind, reliving our journey together. We can’t believe how great the hike was. Incredible. When people rate hikes I don’t know how you can rate anything much better then this one. Tough, thrilling, uncrowded, and no trash. Ok I found somebody’s weed pen that they must have dropped. I’m thinking wow, the natural high was all I needed. Some old school disco from Diana sounds appropriate.
It was the sweetest hangover and you know what? I don’t need to cure!
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Take a Trip, Never Leave the Farm Chapter One

We thought it was kind of handy, Take a trip and never leave the farm! Jim Stafford.

Describes how I feel about all the hiking adventures available in the Phoenix Parks. My goal has been to discover more opportunities and hikes available right here in the city, so I started last week with Deem Hills and this past week I decided to explore the Sonoran Preserve and the three trail heads available.

Usually I am out hiking with my lovely wife Carolyn but our days off have not matched up very well, so I’m hanging out around home just doing some city hikes. I’ve discovered that Phoenix has great urban trails and a fantastic park system.

Day One Hike got off to a late start due to agreeing to take my mother to an appointment. She lets me know around noon that she canceled her 1 appointment and rescheduled the following morning so having little time to hike, I rushed out to the Desert Hills Trailhead and started on my journey around 2:00. w6puqhxzrkctksbefvfjdwI took off on the Sidewinder Trail believing that I was going to do a seven mile loop trail back to the trailhead. It was beautiful outside and the trail didn’t have much traffic and I sure enjoyed the solitude in the desert even though the city is just around the corners. Some up and down areas that challenged me over the course of the hike. Plenty of desert views and you could see Four Peaks, Black Mountain and other points of interest while on the trail. qt96w3lzreevoec6thq1eqSome 2 hours later, I see the parking lot ahead and I notice that this isn’t the parking lot I started from but it is the Apache Wash Trailhead. I’m thinking, “seriously, I now have to take the Ocotillo Trail six miles back to my car?” So off I went finishing just as the sun went down and hiking over 13 miles. Glad I had plenty of water and some snacks and a headlamp even though I did not need the lamp but glad I was prepared. I was tired and headed on home but proud of the fact that I had managed to do 13+ miles in an afternoon. fullsizeoutput_6f2Good news, on this long hike I saw no cigarette butts, just a couple discarded or dropped tissues, few dog turds, one playing music on a speaker, and a few broken bike parts. The hike was by my standards moderate with some good elevation gains and losses but all gradual and none extreme. When your ups and down get an elevation gain of 1700 plus feet, I think I got a decent workout. It was a nice challenge and most of the mountain bikers were considerate but there were a few who believed the trail was only for them. You know them when you see them. There are ways to take a loop that gets you back to your original trailhead but I missed that memo. The trail would also be suitable for running. Next up, more hikes in the Preserve.


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Re”Deem”ing Hikes In The Hills

Deem Hills that is. I made a commitment that I would hike in local Phoenix park areas that to be honest, I didn’t know they existed. Phoenix Parks Department has done a marvelous job in preserving and creating an urban setting that is conducive to hiking and biking. I am amazed at the number of trails that exist and are really worth exploring. I for one, seem to get caught up in wanting to hike in many of the far off places without exploring my own backyard so the past several days I set out to hike every trail in Deem Hills Park. Am I ever glad I did.

Day One started off with a good omen as I drove down the 51 and saw this vehicle bearing my last name “Fruth” driving next to me. fullsizeoutput_6efDon’t see my name very often in Arizona so I took that as a good sign. I went to the west entrance off of Happy Valley Road and 51st Avenue. The park is very nice with restroom facilities, soccer field, dog park and plenty of parking.

It was a cloudy overcast day that turned into a rainy day while out on the trails but I was prepared and actually looking forward to hiking in the rain it the desert. There is something magical about hiking in the rain in the desert. I set out on the Circumference Trail which is advertised as a little bit less then six miles. I meandered on to the Basalt Trail and the Palisade Trail and back on the Circumference Trail to my car. I was entertaining the thought of hiking all the trails including the Ridgeline but with the rain getting heavier I finished up for the day and headed home.

My GPS told me that I had a total elevation gain of 1461 feet. I traveled a total of eight miles and loved every minute of it. fullsizeoutput_6eeI came across about 10 others so I had plenty of solitude and time to myself and my thoughts on life. There is much to be said about being alone on trails for several hours.

Day two, starts off with my own tasty version of some “bulletproof” coffee to fuel my inner hunger cravings and my goals for the day. fullsizeoutput_6daI drove the 20+ miles and the weather was completely different. Sunny, few clouds and once again few hikers on the trails. This time I took the Circumference Trail from the 39th Avenue side to the Palisade Trail and then to the Ridgeline Trail. From the Ridgeline, back to the Basalt, on to the Palisade and this time down to the Water Tank Road back to the car. A little over five miles and I finished what I started. What a glorious hike. The views were incredible.

Here I am in the city but yet alone in the desert.  This time my GPS App tells me that I had total elevation gains of 999 feet. fullsizeoutput_6dbInteresting. The  yellow is starting to come out on the plants and the birds were out in force. Just beautiful to soak up the sunshine on my five mile journey.

I knocked off this park, so on to my next city hiking adventure. Sometimes we can find what we need just down the road.

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Back On The Wagon Trail

With several days off and some nice weather forecasted, Carolyn and I jumped in the car and headed to Sedona after I got off of work. Being a Thursday, traffic was not too bad and we arrived at the Hilton Sedona Resort at Bell Rock in the Village of Oak Creek just in time to check in and walk down to the ending of happy hour at the Cucina Rustica. (Love my Hilton Benefits) Place was packed but they found us a seat so we could get a couple bargains.

Being that the night was young we finished up and walked up the road to PJ’s Village Pub a local gathering place in the village that serves up one of our favorite craft beers, the 928 Local, a farmhouse ale from Wanderlust Brewing Company. PJ’s was packed and an elderly lady directed us to her table so we would have a place to sit. It just happened to be a local’s 50th birthday party so the place was rocking and rolling. The DJ was amazing and really worked up the crowd and we jointed in the dancing and festivities. (Sort of crashed the party.)

Back to the Hilton after an early evening, we slept in, got a great breakfast (Hilton Honors Gold Member benefit) and had one of our usual servers Patti take care of us. We aren’t quit regulars but we’ve spent quite a few nights and always good to see the same faces. Carolyn and I debated about postponing our scheduled hike and taking it easy but we decided that after falling off the wagon, it was time to get back on the wagon. ie the Munds Wagon Trail #78. fullsizeoutput_6d5

What a beautiful day for hike. Mid 50’s, sunny, off-season in Sedona, just perfect conditions. Munds Wagon Trail follows along Schnebly Hill Road. One of the complaints about the trail is that during the busy times, there is a lot of noise from all of the jeep tours that roll up the road. We were in luck as there was little activity on the road due to off season. Passed only a few people on the trail and we loved the quiet time together as we hiked the almost four mile trail. The trail gains about 1100 feet in elevation but it is gradual and the trail was hard-packed from the recent moisture. We saw snow in the shaded areas but no wildlife. The trail passes Merry-go Round (Carousel) Rock and many have probably seen pictures of this area as it is very popular for wedding photography due to the spectacular views down into Sedona. Munds Trail ends at Schnebly Hill road and the beginning of Schnebly Hill Trail. (that’s for another day)

Carolyn and stopped often to enjoy the views, take some photos, and just take in the red rock experiences again.

The last time we had hiked the trail was about 10 years ago and it was great to revisit. The trail is moderate and has few rocks to stumble over. For me it was a five star adventure. Along the trail you pass Hangover Trail (probably a joke in there) and Cow Pies Trail that loop together and is close to about a nine mile hike start to finish.


Hangover Cow Pies Loop

Carolyn and I decided to tackle that on our next Sedona outing, weather permitting, if we can get out and get going earlier in the morning.

Our total hike time was about 3.5 hours and that time included plenty of stops along the way. Perfect time of year to be out and about in the Red Rocks. No vortex this time but one can sure feel the energy flow no matter where you are in the Red Rocks.

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Beautiful Day

It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
It was a beautiful day
by U2
Quick update on my journey in life. Carolyn works for Southwest Airlines and I do a part-time retirement gig for Hilton and we have been enjoying the hookup. So a new year, a new day, and it was a beautiful day.
Some time early in the week, I had mentioned that we should go to San Diego and escape some of the wintery colder weather in Arizona. Carolyn responded that sure lets jump on a plane and go but only if we hike Mt. Woodson a place that harbors the infamous “potato chip rock”. I get the hotel and Carolyn lists us on the flight. Traveling light with backpacks that contain backpacks for water plus one change of clothes and deodorant, etc. We have got this down pretty well.
I’m always a bit hesitant flying standby but Carolyn has us listed on a plane that actually has some vacant seats (7:00 am departure). The first hurdle is done and we arrive in San Diego at about the same time as we left. Our next adventure is to ride public transportation (the bus) to Poway, CA and our hotel where we can keep our stuff and head on over to the hike. After a couple minor missteps, we catch the first bus and head to downtown San Diego, make our bus connection and we arrive at the Karlan Doubletree around 9:30. Brian checks up and he is about as pleasant a young man you could ever have. We get our room, eat breakfast, call Lyft and take our eight mile drive.
We are on the trail by about 10:45 and with the schools being on break, we expect some crowds around the summit and potato chip. From Lake Poway we hike around 4 miles with a total elevation gain of about 2100 feet so it is challenging. The scenery is fantastic as you can see all the way to the Pacific, into downtown San Diego, and looking north, you can see some snowcapped mountain which just might be San Jacinto Peak. The very top has many antennas for radio, etc but you just have to get over that. It would be sort of like South Mountain in Phoenix that has multiple antennas at the top.

The crowds aren’t to bad but of course there are 30 to 50 folks hanging out to get their photo taken on the potato chip. I have to get my photos and it is a bit intimidating to get to the chip as you have to jump out to it. Carolyn opts out.

We have made to “Potato Chip” but we still have a short walk to the summit. So up we go to the top of Mount Woodson. No crowd here as everybody is hanging out for that perfect photo op. Nice and quiet with views everywhere.

As we have conquered the summit before 1:00 pm, and considering we started in Phoenix, I’m thinking we have done a whole lot for a day but the whole afternoon awaits. As we descend to the Mt. Woodson trailhead we make a decision to hike the long way back by continuing on the Lake Poway trail that circles the reservoir and adds two more miles to our hiking adventure.

On to our next Lyft and this time we get a retiree from Scottsdale to drive us to a well deserved small close by brewery: Abnormal Beer Company. Very appropriate for me being an abnormal individual. This is all part of the Cork and Craft which a very cool setting for beer and wine. You know the place must be good when the head brewer once worked at Green Flash. I go with the Mocha Stout and Carolyn snags their the Abnormal Blonde Ale. By the way their poutine was very good and it filled us up.

Next brewery stop on our way back to the hotel is Second Chance Beer Company. From their site it states, “Every day is a second chance, so get out there and seize yours. Build the world you want. Strive for greatness and forge your own path. Possibilities are endless. Start your journey and come raise a pint with us.” That my friends, that fits me perfectly and is the perfect spot to end our day’s adventure. The place is crowed, the bartender is friendly and informative and the locals include a school teacher that I got to visit with.

What a day, but we still have to get home. We start out our day with a walk to Costco. Why not? I love Costco and we find a couple clothing buys to bring back home. Once again we take public transportation (the bus senior fare $1.25 and Carolyn’s fare of 2.50). Sure saved us a whole bunch of money. So to make up for our saving money, we hit several happy hours. First up Barleymash. Great happy hour with a great bourbon and whiskey list and most are half off during happy hour. So I tried the Woodford Reserve Double Oaked Bourbon and it did not disappoint. Smooth, smooth, easy sipping bourbon. The quail wings were fantastic and they even bought us beer. Server was outstanding, friendly, and what a pleasant surprise with a free beer. Our last stop before the airport has started to become a tradition for us. Ironside Fish and Oyster is a favorite as we pick up some oysters for a buck each during their happy hour and their clam chowder is so good. Bartender was great and gave us some more hiking ideas for when we return. From Ironside, we walked about a mile and a half, got on our flight with no problem and were home and in bed by 11:30.

Not a bad start for a new year with a new adventure. It really was a Beautiful Day.


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Running Down A Dream: NYC Marathon Adventure Begins

Yeah runnin’ down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin’ on a mystery, goin’ wherever it leads
Runnin’ down a dream

Tom Petty

Carolyn and I have been on a mission to enjoy life to its fullest and have had some memorable experiences along the way. Our latest adventure would become one of our all-time favorite trips as we had an adventure for the ages. Our journeys usually include a little craft beer and this one will be no different. Mix in Carolyn’s relatives, a marathon plus a presidential election and it becomes an epic adventure. I have tried to include links to places and events so you can see what we were experiencing. So it begins.

Carolyn has been running down her dream to participate in the NYC Marathon and after several previous year setbacks due to other events, this was to be her year. Carolyn had qualified for the NYC Marathon by running the Tucson Marathon several years ago in a phenomenal time of around 3:28 and some change.

It was Thursday evening, and me being me finally got my stuff packed up and ready to go. Would you expect anything other then that from me? (Carolyn had packed and been ready for several weeks) We had our boarding passes and were ready to go but first a stop at Sky Harbor Terminal 4 Four Peaks Brewery. Why not? 8th Street Ale for me and a SunBru for Carolyn. Thursday night football was on so it was fun hanging out just chilling.

Time to fly, except our American Airlines flight is delayed from 10 pm until 11 pm. Most may know that Carolyn works for Southwest Airlines so why would we fly on American? Very simple answer, we used our accumulated miles to fly for free with a guaranteed ticket. It’s a beautiful thing to fly for free.

Finally we board only to sit in the plane for another hour until we finally take off. I drift in and out of consciousness as we make our way to JFK Airport. Upon arrival, we are something like two hours late and we pick up our Uber for 35 bucks and head the 25 miles to the world famous Roosevelt Hotel. Oh my, the trip only takes us an hour and 40 minutes. Uber requires no tip, but in this case I’m throwing cash to our driver since it was no fault of his that our plane’s lateness threw us into a massive traffic jam that resembled the world’s largest parking lot.


Carolyn getting her racing packet.


Carolyn with her racing number.

Upon arrival, we check in and rest. I’m in full on dream mode when Carolyn wakes me for the start of our day in Manhattan. Since it is a beautiful day to be outdoors, we head on over to a Starbucks for some caffeine aka coffee walk the 1.5 miles to Javits Center to pick up Carolyn’s racing packet and hang out at the pre-race place.  Javits is fascinating, and there are participants and volunteers everywhere. We talk with many including a young lady from Tempe, AZ who was working in marketing in NYC. She recognized that ASU logo on my sweatshirt so I was glad I wore it. There were many exhibits and opportunities to spend money on a variety of merchandise plus some fantastic free samples to munch on. It really was something to behold. Our journey was moving along at a phenomenally.


Heartland Brewery, Empire State Building

On our walk back to the Roosevelt, we stopped along the way in search of New York brews. This included a Brooklyn Lager at the Grand Central Oyster Bar, a favorite bar in one of my favorite shows Mad Men, and a dinner at TGI Fridays in Times Square. Fridays? Well lets just say I had a gift card that was about three years old that I could never use in AZ so why not? Finally a stop at Heartland Brewery for an award winning oatmeal stout in the Empire State Building.  Carolyn is of course going for the lighter stuff. Many years ago, Carolyn and I had a drink in a TGI Fridays that was located in the Empire State Building. I’m thinking that Heartland Brewery took its spot so it was sort of deja vu drinking.

Time for a walk back to the Roosevelt and one of New York’s finest craft brews, The Coney Island Mermaid Pilsner. This was soon to become Carolyn’s favorite New York craft beer. Carolyn still has a marathon to run so it is time to rest up as we are fading fast.

It was only Friday, but Sunday’s a coming.

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Counting Stars: Everything That Kills Me Makes Me Feel Alive

Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard
Said no more counting dollars
We’ll be counting stars
Yeah we’ll be counting stars
I see this life, like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
And in my face is flashing signs
Seek it out and ye’ shall find
I feel the love and I feel it burn
Down this river, every turn
Hope is our four-letter word
Make that money, watch it burn
One Republic
Those lyrics speak to me frequently and are on on my mind as once again, Carolyn and I hit the road for our annual hike into the Grand Canyon for another life time adventure. It was our overnight trip for breakfast at Phantom Ranch.
Thursday evening of Labor Day weekend, and I’m way ahead of schedule compared to previous years as I packed and was ready to go as soon as work was done. That’s just not me but I’m learning. We arrive in Flagstaff and once again it is rainy but we decide on Smashburger. You know when you have the BOGO offer, who could possibly refuse. Plus it is sort of traditional now that we stop there, then grab a Dunkin Donuts coffee and head out.
But a detour is called for. We go to Williams first so can see up close and in person the newly located Grand Canyon Brewing Company. It is really something else. Now I’m not into grabbing a beer, yet, since we still have a long journey in front of us but the bartender insists that I sample anything I want so I will know what I want when we return. Great customer service. Let me tell you, they have a seasonal brown ale bourbon barrel based that it is fabulous. The coffee bean stout is pretty tasty as well. But small samples and off we go to the Canyon.
We arrive at the Canyon with plenty of time to spare and it is cold and rainy. The ground is wet, we are shivering but we are ready to head down into another spiritual sojourn in the depths of the canyon. Our start is earlier but it is wet and I’m just a bit nervous. The only light is our headlamps and I’m always concerned about slipping or turning an ankle you know old age related worries. (Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.) The sky miraculously clears and with no moon all we see are stars.
Not a soul on the trail but us. I’m anxious but I continue my trek. We see deer peering at us from the brush at Indian Gardens but not a person to be seen. As we were heading into Indian Gardens, Carolyn suddenly stops and there is an owl sitting beside the trail not more then 10 yards in front of us, watching us. We stand and watch for about 10 minutes and it finally flies off. In the native world, owls are not necessarily a positive vibe. My anxiety levels increase knowing that we have now had some supernatural encounter with this mystical bird.
What a lonely journey down, down, down into the deep dark depths of the Canyon. It is so dark that you can only really hear the Colorado River but seeing is out of the question. We finally encounter humans as we head to the bridge. Crossing the bridge in the darkness is beyond eery. We arrive at Phantom Ranch around 3:50 a.m. so we can rest on the benches by the creek until it is time for breakfast. They alway ring a bell to let you know that it is time to eat and after all we have paid good money for these breakfast reservations and I look up and see nothing but stars. It is beautiful and I dose off with visions of bacon running through my brain.
I wake with a start, and I look at my watch. It is 5:10 and I wake Carolyn and let her know we are late. No bells have rung and we walk in and everybody is eating away and there are our two seats waiting for us. I am so happy that I woke or we might have missed out on those fabulous pancakes, thick crispy bacon strips, scrambled eggs, and coffee that is just great. We indulge ourselves and enjoy conversing with those around us. Clearly they think we are nutty to hike overnight for breakfast only to turn back around and head up. Great group of people who had mostly hiked down the previous day, spent the night, and were now trying to figure out if they could get out of the Canyon. Duct tape was being used on various blisters and it was a sight for sore eyes and worth the trip.
I have decided that this year I am not going to overeat. So only five pancakes and nine pieces of bacon. And this year I did not line my pockets with leftover bacon strips. I have matured. (meaning my wife said no Tim) After all last year I ate 10 pieces and took a few more for the trip back up.
It is 6:00 and time to roll on out of here. The sun is coming up and we have got a long way to go. Carolyn reminds me that we will have some craft beer waiting up on top if we make it. So off we go, and we are doing ok. We pass multiple hikers and yet we get passed by hikers. By the time we reach Indian Gardens, the score card reads 8 passed and 10 passed us. We are losing but joy is straight ahead, all those who passed us minus three are laid out by the water faucet. We smoke ’em and never see them again as we continue our assault on the craziest climb. We pass and we pass hiker after hiker and our score card reaches 30 kills to 5 who killed us. We clear the top in 4:58. Not bad for an old man with his athletic wife.
I’ve made it! We get to the car and Carolyn pops the trunk and by golly Fat Tire collaboration beers are waiting on ice. We have only been up for about 30 consecutive hours and 9.5 hours of hiking 20 miles with elevation drops of 4,400 feet and another 4,400 hundred feet elevation increase. I’m beyond tired but feeling a high that needs no artificial or natural supplements.
We are living the dream and continue on for our traditional Grand Canyon brew while sitting on the porch at the world famous El Tovar hotel. The lyrics to one of my favorite songs are rolling through my head:
Old, but I’m not that old
Young, but I’m not that bold
And I don’t think the world is sold
On just doing what we’re told
I-I-I-I feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I-I-I-I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I couldn’t lie, couldn’t lie, couldn’t lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard
Said no more counting dollars
We’ll be counting stars
I’m trying my best to move beyond counting dollars and instead counting stars. After all Old, but I’m not that old knowing that everything that kills me makes me feel alive and I’m alive.
We get to spend several nights at the Maswik Lodge and we even drive to Williams on Saturday for happy hour at the Grand Canyon Brewing Company. Can you imagine two dollar drafts on a Saturday from 2 to 6? Incredible.
Our time at the Canyon is always special. But I’m thinking just maybe, Carolyn can take me on a dinner date at Phantom and then hike after dinner to the top. Hiking down at night was a bit rougher on me this year and I’m thinking it might be safer for ankles hiking up at night. Just a thought.
Jordyn put together the following video with some of our photos. We didn’t take many this time but (I am praying hard, say no more counting dollars, we’ll be counting stars.) Just saying!
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