Man.
A guy goes on vacation and when he comes back everything's changed!
Pitch black when I woke up...dark out at dinnertime...football's on...oh wait - the Cubs are still in the hunt for a hundred losses and I guess Jay Cutler's still pretty ornery so maybe it's just normal again.
Well it was nice in the desert, I'll tell you that.
I think I shot about 400 photos and quicktimes, probably have enough for a short movie if I get time to cut it.
But for now, here's some stuff..
Flynn didn't seem worried about flying on 9.11...
And Wyatt had extra onions on his burrito so... sorry bout that, guy that was sitting in front of us!
(just a side note. i'm in the office right now and for some reason there's a guy with this thing filled with water on wheels cleaning the floor, which is actually sealed conctrete. And his machine has apparently been leaking and he didn't know it. And BOY is he mad.)
Okay so out the window while riding the Shuttle You from Sky Harbor to Prescott:
Arrive at Hotel St. Michael.
Then, we get picked up and go buy provisions, load up the boat, eat dinner, wake up and do the 4-5 hr ride up 89A to 40, drive behind Flagstaff, stop at McDonald's for breakfast, and then the gorgeous trip north through the desert.
And suddenly, we're here.
Since I was the photographer, you're seeing shots of Wyatt, Grog, Flack and my Dad.
We did run into alot of fish up there by Piute Canyon, which is up the San Juan River arm of Powell.
Later, I'll show you how to dig a hole and make it into an all-day smoker for some AWESOME pork.
So, okay I'm back, the Cubs are playing the Cards (pretty good games, too!)
I have jury duty tomorrow (long weird story), and swamped at work so, you know, Go Cubs.
