Ain't life grand
But the Grand Canyon is so close. So we left our little patch of rust-colored dirt only somewhat reluctantly, and since it's been on my mom's bucket list forever, my parents came out to meet us and see it too.
We all traveled the 100 miles or so from Sedona into the park where the folks were able to book a hotel just a mile and a half from the Camper Village RV Park where we were staying. While we normally like our campgrounds a little more wild, a little less parking lot, the convenience factor was high.
It was windy and freezing for the whole week, so we mixed up strolling the South Rim for oohs, aahs and photo snaps with driving to various sites in the park in our gloriously heated truck, or taking tours in the parks' many gloriously heated historic sites. For good measure we threw in some drinks by the fire at El Tovar's bar and cooking dinner and playing cards in the Airstream. Pictures really do not do this place justice — you need to see it for yourself, and it truly is a bucket list worthy spot.
From Grand Canyon it was on to New Mexico for us for more National Park and Monument hopping, and back to Phoenix for my parents to catch their flight back home. With so many trails we never got to hike, and rails we didn't get to ride, this is a spot we'll definitely come back to for more exploring.
But that's life on the road — you're always both a little sad to leave, and so excited for whatever's coming next.