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The Hopi House bulit over 100 years ago … and it has the best loot to blow all your Benjamins on.
The Girls and I in awe of the Canyon. This is when my Eagle Spirit named Henry: He Who Stands With No Butt
Self-portrait at the El Tovar Lodge.
Love. Good-bye Grand Canyon. We all will miss you.
Hope you enjoyed my Grand Canyon snaps.
Brian wants to go in an RV…I don’t know if the journey would kill me before I got there.
But after seeing these pictures I am open to the possibility of going soon. It looks AMAZING
An RV with two boys under age 5? Just make sure you take your Vicodin. No, Jamie — you would find a way to make it all fabulous.
SO happy you took your girls! Love the place, from either side. Would hike to the bottom & back, if I were younger. Think I couldn’t make it anymore.
Rosie it was so great to see you Saturday. Reminds me of all our time in a car driving to school together.
I’m getting vertigo just LOOKING at that third picture–but these really are stunning. Almost enough for me to reconsider my anti-Canyon stance.
It certainly was vertiginous. I am still reading the book about Deaths at the Grand Canyon. It’s like a roadside accident, I simply cannot look away!
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