Off to the Grand Canyon
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The reasons for our southwest pilgrimage are many, but they all seem to fall into one major premise. To take part in the great American roadtrip. There are so many wonderful things to see around the world it’s easy to forget about the great places and scenery that are in our own front yard. It needed to be seen and it needed to be seen in style. I had this vision of departing Las Vegas in our big convertible from the 1960′s or 70′s. Maroon, Baby Blue, maybe Canary Yellow. A Cadillac? A Pontiac? A Chevy? I’m not particular on the car, it’s the ride through the desert that is in my dream. You know the saying “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey”? That’s how I felt about this. I have this vision: It’s 72 degrees, the top of our luxuriously big convertible land yacht is down and the warm sweet wind is swirling around us. Sunglasses. The music? The Rolling Stones, Pink Martini, Motown or maybe some reggae/ska on the is keeping a lively rhythmic heartbeat with the telephone poles that are whisking by us next to the highway. The bright sun welcomes us and illuminates our 2 lane highway against the surrounding desert like a thin black velvet ribbon laying over a giant fluffy bedspread. In actuality, it’s 110 degrees outside. Our glorious chariot of transport is our 2007 Hyundai Sonata. The windows are tightly sealed closed and the A/C is continually blasting on high. It’s on so high, I’m sure were creating our own hole in the ozone. The sun is so hot it’s burning our arms and legs through the windows. There’s nothing on the radio but country music and religious sermons, and even those are faint and laced with static. Let our Great American Road trip begin ! !
