The digital age means taking tons of pics with no thought about film or developing costs. So, these are just a few of the many pics. The sun broke through from time to time so the different light made a big difference on the colors of the canyon and how they popped.
After five days of driving, of endless podcasts (thanks Doug Loves Movies for keeping us both awake, various sports podcasts for keeping me awake and her asleep, and various podcasts of my daughter's choosing that didn't prove to be very soothing to me), of many welcome to state x signs (we have an incomplete collection since it seemed to be the case that the co-pilot/photographer was asleep when we crossed into a new state about half the time), of many unhealthy breakfasts,
- what is as a safety corridor? Seems to be a southwest highway thing, but I have no idea what they mean.
- what is Bearizona and did we miss something really cool?
- when can I find the time to come back and hike the canyon? Probably not until after my ankle heals.
- That there is a lot of empty in California, just like in Canada, but it is a coastal/inland thing in CAf and a border or not thing in CAd.
- That California will always feel like home to me--the shopping, the morning fog, the open architecture, the overly complicated designs of apartment complexes, and, yes, the Mexican food.
- That the US contains so much, so many different but yet similar places. One of the key problems with Trump is that America never stopped being Great. A drive across makes that abundantly clear.
- Indeed, the diversity that one sees in this kind of trip is something to be appreciated, not feared.