WE'RE HOME...HOME AWAY FROM HOME, THAT IS

We drove the final leg of our journey West yesterday, from Williams to Salome.  I tried to document our three days in Williams while we were there but our computers just weren't responding.  Williams is a quaint little town about 65 miles south of the Grand Canyon and the last Route 66 town to be bypassed with Interstate 40.  It was from here that we boarded the Grand Canyon Railway train on Saturday morning.  It was supposed to be warm, sunny and little wind.  Actually, it was cool, cloudy and windy.  But even with that said, the Canyon was majestic and beyond description.  We took the bus tour which made three stops along the South Rim.  At the last stop, we saw three long-horned sheep sitting on a narrow ledge; I have no idea how they got there.



Hopi Point
 



Mohavi Point

The hostess on our train car said that she likes to see the Canyon when the clouds pass over because it gives a different dimension to it; sometimes when the sun is very bright, the Canyon colors appear washed out.  

My thought is that we'll just have to come back again sometime.  I'd like to drive to the Canyon and use their free shuttle to visit more of the viewpoints.  But, after seeing the 'trail,' I have no desire to ride anything to the base of the Canyon!  One benefit of going in November is that it was not crowded at all.

Sunday was 'race day' again.  The last race of the season so a sad day for Mr. Bear...but the good news is 'it's only 96 days till Daytona!'  I drove to Flagstaff to see the last movie of the Twilight saga, and get what will probably be my last pedicure for the winter (a sad day for me).

Keith and Cousin Smokey in Williams
 

Our GPS has been so good throughtout our trip...until yesterday.  Don't know what it was thinking but we were on Rt 89 going in to Prescott when it told us to turn onto what appeared to be a country road.  Then another and another until we were finally on a back road that was being 'refurbished' and was scrapped down to the dirt for about a mile.  And then, we're at the top of a mountain with a one-lane switch-back road to the bottom, and a "watch for falling rocks" sign on the right...yikes!  Finally, it brought us back onto Rt 89.  I guess it was a little GPS humor, but we were even more thankful to get to Salome.