Back on the grid!

Ok, so we have been off the grid for a couple of days. You'll get details on a later post. For now, let's just say the withdrawal symptoms were horrific.

My Arches souvenir

When last I posted, we were scampering around the Arches National Park. Make that trudging under the blazing sun. The only one fit enough to scamper was YoManBob. We huffed and puffed to our minivan and drove straight back to our home-for-now-home at the Grand Canyon.

Breaking camp in style

Of course, the return trip could not go without incident. Our next oops! (I've lost count) happened when Peekaloo placed my Kindle on the van's floor and Azoica stepped on it. The Kindle that she swore she would take care of because she knew it was a gift from my niece (her dad - my brother - had nothing to do with it, except for buying it and sending it). We will settle that when we get home, right, Peekaloo?

After a few more days exploring the Grand Canyon, it was time to send YoManBob home. I had promised to have him home by 9/1 in order to get him to come on the trip. It was great having the spare driver and comic relief but he had to get back to real life (sucker!), and we had to move on to our next destination.

So YoManBob said goodbye to the Grand Canyon...

...but not before climbing a wall he wasn't supposed to.

Flagstaff has a very, very, very tiny airport. How tiny? Just take a look at their information board:


All arrivals and departures were to and from Phoenix. That's it. And the times never changed. I don't think they've changed them since it was first installed.

YoManBob has left the building!

Noelito sent me this screen shot of YoManBob's location while he waited on board the second plane in Phoenix. It seems the plane had too much fuel and they had to unload some. A bit cool and a bit creepy that we can be located so accurately.

Speaking of saying goodbye, I also had to say a temporary goodbye to my baby bike, Roadrunner. The shop promised to hold him until I get back with a trailer. Dennis and I stripped off anything that could be damaged or stolen and installed what we could on the new big boy.


I don't have a read on him yet, but this motorcycle is definitely a bad boy, in a good way. He's got power, attitude, is just as nimble as the Roadrunner but can hold its own with the big dogs. So far, I like him. And he looks even better with the windshield and saddlebags (from the Roadrunner) which we installed at the Motel 6 parking lot in Flagstaff. 


As we worked on the bike, a couple of Asian men walked over to watch and then took pictures. It was kind of weird 'cause they got really close but never spoke to us. I don't know if they were interested in our bikes or the fact that I, a female, was working on mine. I found it pretty funny, though.