Uh-huh. Yeah, right. Sitting in the motel room. Sure, it's The Embassy Suites, a $200 per night room, comped...San Francisco Peaks out the window and clouds drifting by, with what looks like a possibility of an afternoon thunderstorm brewing...and I do love Arizona thunderstorms...But I was supposed to be home a week ago. And virtually nothing else has gone as planned on this project. Didn't work yesterday, not today, not likely tomorrow...although if we don't I think I can commandeer the car and get over to Sedona for a bit in the afternoon, which would be cool. We drove through there yesterday on the way back from a run down to Phoenix to do a site survey on the next project, which I have begged off from being part of. YAY!!! I miss my wife, and I want to go home.
I've been to The Grand Canyon for a day on both previous weekends. It remains one of my most favorite places on earth....even though they've paved over the path I walked 30 years ago, from Canyon Village to Hermit's Rest...and I know that because I walked it again that Sunday, re-connecting to something so big that even paved paths can't diminish it...and I'm not talking about what the natives around here refer to as "the hole in the ground".
The second trip was with two guys from the crew, one of which had never been there. It was fun watching him experience it. Along the way, we were approached by a Park Ranger who was no doubt aware of some of our forays to exposed heights along the edge. She counseled caution, informing us that she'd just received radio advisement that someone had fallen back up the trail a little ways, where we had been. She wasn't sure of how far or serious a fall it had been. Then she said,"I don't get what everyone's fascination with the edge is."
It's the Grand Canyon, duh...
Back here and now, the rumble of thunder in the distance has begun...
No comments:
Post a Comment