We drove to Williams, Arizona from Las Vegas. This wasn’t the shortest drive, and Mike was a little jet lagged, despite what he insisted. He kept dozing off in the passenger’s seat to the point where he opened his eyes at one point and said, “Wow, it got dark really fast.” No, no buddy…you’ve been sleeping for an hour. It’s tough to drive when your co-pilot is snoozing!
Of course, it was dark upon arrival, of course it was pouring rain and of course it was a back-in spot instead of a pull-through. So I had not one, but two guys (one from the campsite) trying to guide me to back a trailer up that they didn’t quite understand how it maneuvered. Pretty sure neither of them had ever backed anything up before. Pretty much a disaster. So I was already frustrated before even attempting to set up. As a result, I said what a girl should not say to a guy when he offers to help set up the trailer, “No, go inside, you will just slow me down.” I meant it in the nicest way, I swear.
It’s true though! I’ve been setting up by myself for a month. I have a system, a process, and when someone who doesn’t know what they are doing, they just get in my way. Worse yet, when someone thinks they know what they are doing, it’s really bad, because I go around and check and then re-do what they do. Which is pretty much the most insulting thing you can do. Not that this has happened, but it could, possibly, maybe happen. Needless to say, it got a little tense for a few minutes in the tiny camper.
The next morning, Mikey wanted to prove himself in the masculine department, so he insisted on repairing the black water flush gasket, despite me telling him I didn’t think we should do it. I thought it was too difficult. He was successful, despite my doubts. However, we then realized there wasn’t a dump pipe at our site and when we took the trailer up to the dump station, we realized there was no way to flush the black tank. Womp womp…the test trial will have to wait.
Finally, we set out for the Grand Canyon. It was about an hour drive from our campsite, but judging by the looks of the campgrounds that were closer on the way, including the Flintstones Bedrock City, I’m glad we stayed where we did.
The South Rim of The Grand Canyon is actually relatively dog friendly, so Luna got to experience quite a bit of the sites from outside of the Jeep. There are a few paths that dogs can walk along, which was great!
There were thunderstorms rolling through, which was pretty amazing to see. Unfortunately, I’m not a skilled enough photographer to have captured the lightening for you. The rain held off until the end of our walk so we were able see quite a bit.
I would love to spend more time hiking into the canyon and see the North Rim, but that’s for another trip. What we were able to see was truly spectacular.
Lesson of the Day: Avoid insulting your very helpful guests by shunning their offers to help set up, at least on the first night. Sorry Mikey.
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