“We hiked all the way up here, to Angel’s Landing, 1,488 feet,” Corvus tells me. “That’s where we couldn’t walk any more, and had to use the chain to climb up the rocks.”
Standing at the Visitor Center looking at a topological map of Zion National Park, I almost fainted. “I definitely got further than I expected, and if you had shown me this map before we went up, I wouldn’t have done it!” I tell him. “Still, it was fun. I put to use some of the moves that I learned rock climbing in the gym.”
Sally and I packed A LOT into our one week vacation, including:
- Breakfast with my dad & stepmother & Jack
- Walking the Strip in Vegas
- Lunch at the Hard Rock Café in Vegas
- Zion National Park (2 days of hiking)
- Bryce Canyon National Park (1 day of hiking)
- Exploring historic downtown Springdale (near Zion)
- Hoover Dam visit
One of my good friends has two wolves in a small town south of Dallas, so I took Sally to meet them today. She LOVED the experience! Personally, I think they look like big dogs.
I have about a hundred pictures, but Corvus has about a thousand. Here are just a few. WOW, looks like we’ve been photoshopped into post cards! What an amazing adventure!
I managed to prank Sally, but not very well. She had bought me a dog toy that crinkles, like it has a plastic bag inside. “Crinkle crinkle” is an old private joke from our Grand Canyon Road Trip (2012), which I could explain but it wouldn’t make sense—it’s one of those “You Had To Be There” jokes. Anywho, she had given me the dog toy as a gag gift about a month ago. So I took it to Utah, put it under her pillow, and waited for her to lean back.
Instead, she picked up her pillow to move it. Who the hell does that?! Sheesh! But the dog toy still had the desired effect: she looked at me with wide eyes and laughed hysterically. We spent several minutes having our usual conversation (again, I could explain it, but…):
“CRINKLE CRINKLE!” she says.
“Yo face!” I say.
“Crinkle!” she says.
“Yo mama!” I tell her. This makes very little sense when a mother says it to her daughter, which makes us crack up laughing. And THIS is just one more reason that I love traveling with my little girl: we make each other laugh.
Corvus stopped trying to understand us, and just sat back and smiled.
I explained one conversation by telling him, “I’ve dated a few different guys named Mike: a workaholic, a plumber, a mayor…”
Corvus said, “You need to make this into a rhyme, like ‘This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home.’ Instead, you’ve have, ‘This little Mikey was a workaholic, this little Mikey fixed toilets. This little Mikey was a mayor, this little Mikey…’”
I DIED laughing. I’ll finish that fine poetry and post it another day.
Seeing this picture, I think, “I’m a badass!” and then follow that up with, “What the hell was I thinking?! I could have slipped and died!!” followed by, “Damn, my ass looks GREAT!”