On my trip to Las Vegas I was going to have one free day at the end of the trip. I hadn’t decided what to do. I didn’t rent a car so I wasn’t mobile but I wanted to get away from the Strip. I’ve enjoyed the Valley of Fire near Vegas before. Once I got there I saw an ad and decided to take a Pink Jeep Tour to Zion National Park in Utah.
Unfortunately, I was the only person who thought that was a good idea so my trip got canceled. They offered me a spot on a tour going to the West Rim of the Grand Canyon. I’ve been to the South Rim before so I wasn’t really wanting to go back to the Canyon but I decided to go.
We stopped at Hoover Dam on the way. The last time I was here they were building the bridge in the background that bypasses the dam. In fact there was a crane accident that day that backed up traffic for a while.
Lake Mead is low. My father in law is a conspiracy buff who was telling the husband not too long ago about the Chinese stealing all the water from Lake Mead so this picture is for him.
We passed a Joshua Tree forest on the way. There are only two in the world.
Since I wasn’t planning on going sightseeing, I only had a crappy camera with me. Actually, I need to buy a new good camera since mine died. I figure I have until June when my next big trip is to get one.
I love climbing up on precarious perches and getting my picture taken. It is genetic. My father does it too. The husband hates it when I do this. He says that he’s the one that is going to have to tell my mother that I fell to my death. I was thrilled when the tour guide told me to climb down in this fissure for a picture. The end result doesn’t look at stupid as it truly was. It looks like I’m leaning on the rock behind my left shoulder. Actually, there is a gap with a 4000 ft drop between me and the rock.
There was a woman on the tour who was afraid of heights. She was horrified when her husband did this. It made me feel like I was with my husband to listen to her fuss.
Later there were donkeys. Look he wants me to pet him!
Wait, tourist-human has no food at all? @#$%^ you, then!
This donkey sized me up as foodless from a distance.
Cool! I love those pictures too, although I’m not much of a daredevil. When we visited the Grand Canyon we found out that my oldest son had inherited his dad and grandmother’s fear of heights. He spent most of the time crouching and hugging any wall or rail there was, and finally had to go back to the room when I wanted to sit on the edge and watch the sun set. I feel so bad for him!
Whenever the husband of the lady who was afraid of heights wanted to climb up on something I would talk to his wife to distract her. Us daredevils have to stick together!
Great photos! I’ve still never been to the Grand Canyon.