Grand Canyon

Now that we had done Vegas we could head out to the Grand Canyon and see what the rest of the world has been going on about for all these years. We headed out there towards sunset but our timing was off once again and what was meant to be a romantic stroll on the 'Sky Walk' turned out to be... well nothing, we were too late to enter the park. Once again we had to scramble to find a place to stay before nightfall - panic stations (for me). There was a little spec on the map nearby called Meadview which has been the smallest town (that existed on the map) we have seen in the U.S. Never found anywhere in the town to camp, but fortunately the owners at the video store knew exactly the place and little did we know it was the find of the trip.

Turns out Lake Mead dries up a fair bit over the winter so we were able to camp right in the basin where the lake meets the Grand Canyon. The reds, the oranges, yellows, greens and blues - apart from being the first four colours of the rainbow shone brightly across the canyon making for great viewing which still don't think our pictures will ever do it justice.

We headed back to town for dinner, indulging in Chicken Fried Steak (steak fried like chicken in crumbs), rib-eye, and a jug of Sam Adams, making my driving back to the canyon basin in the night more auto pilot than anything else.

My evening of fun and games was not to end so well as when we got back to the tent our inflatable mattress was no longer inflatable as it had a big fat hole in it thanks to me, it seems that in my quest to achieve the ultimate night's sleep, I went slightly overboard. Try as I might, the piece of gum I was chewing did not block the hole either, so much for all the years of watching McGyver, you big liar. It was back to the ground sheets and the cold hard floor.