We waved goodbye to Page, AZ this morning. Heading along the Vermillion Cliffs that led to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon we crossed the rather petrifying Navajo Bridge near Lees Ferry. The official quote as we crossed the bridge from Julie was 'Oh God, my butthole just inverted'. There was a 'Scenic View' sign we just couldn't ignore, we needed to commemorate the inversion inducing depths below. After voluntarily evacuating our bladders and involuntarily evacuating other regions, we continued to head west to the North Rim.
We enjoyed a picnic lunch of sammiches overlooking Bright Angel Canyon, the pot smoking little brother to the Grand Canyon that never really amounted to much. It's a big hole in the ground, but not big enough to call 'Grand'. At this point, we were going to include a picture of our little pot smoking brother...however in reviewing our photos taken we came to realize that apparently he was too high and his eyes were too red so we don't have any pictures of him. Since we couldn't find one, we included this picture of this old woman smoking a mad blunt. She's high as a mother-f*#@er
Now, those familiar with our posts know that Julie has been fearing this trek via mule for weeks (thanks to the frequent warnings and scoffs of her coworkers), and finally the day arrived. Honestly, it turned out to be a competition to find out who was more stubborn, us or our respective mules (Ms. Piggy and Dolly). Downhill...correction, down canyon, is terrifying on a mule, whom I think may have been drunk. Weaving down the narrow trail mere inches away from the edges the cliff. (Wandering precariously close to the edge of a great precipice seems to be an unintended theme to this trip). It was not the smoothest of rides, taking pictures of the Grand Canyon from muleback is not the easiest of tasks. Chaffing, an issue. Death grip on saddle resulting in the 'claw', an issue. Horrific mule farts, an issue. From personal experience, mules enjoy roughage, and will either pull you and the reigns over the it's own head, or take the route of Julie's mule (Dolly) and pull an entire tree to beat her in the face with it. This event was apparently a first for our tour guide laughed whole-heartedly as the mule repeatedly whipped Julie with the branches. We finished our mule tour looking suspiciously like bandits. Why bandits? Because Erin had the presence of mind to pack bandanas to wrap bank robber style across our faces as the mules kicked dust into our faces. The area on which the bandanas resided ended up being the only clean spot on our bodies. Look out Wells Fargo, HERE WE COME!!!
Now, those familiar with our posts know that Julie has been fearing this trek via mule for weeks (thanks to the frequent warnings and scoffs of her coworkers), and finally the day arrived. Honestly, it turned out to be a competition to find out who was more stubborn, us or our respective mules (Ms. Piggy and Dolly). Downhill...correction, down canyon, is terrifying on a mule, whom I think may have been drunk. Weaving down the narrow trail mere inches away from the edges the cliff. (Wandering precariously close to the edge of a great precipice seems to be an unintended theme to this trip). It was not the smoothest of rides, taking pictures of the Grand Canyon from muleback is not the easiest of tasks. Chaffing, an issue. Death grip on saddle resulting in the 'claw', an issue. Horrific mule farts, an issue. From personal experience, mules enjoy roughage, and will either pull you and the reigns over the it's own head, or take the route of Julie's mule (Dolly) and pull an entire tree to beat her in the face with it. This event was apparently a first for our tour guide laughed whole-heartedly as the mule repeatedly whipped Julie with the branches. We finished our mule tour looking suspiciously like bandits. Why bandits? Because Erin had the presence of mind to pack bandanas to wrap bank robber style across our faces as the mules kicked dust into our faces. The area on which the bandanas resided ended up being the only clean spot on our bodies. Look out Wells Fargo, HERE WE COME!!!
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