Spoiler Alert: If you’ve been to the Grand Canyon, you already know . . . If you haven’t been to the Grand Canyon, you must go. . .
I know that every descriptive word has already been used to describe the beauty of the Grand Canyon. I can only think of one thought that actually came to mind at our first glance: It takes your breath away! Literally!
Once again, Gary gets all the credit on this one. He wanted this day to be special, and it was! I promise to try and be brief, but don’t hold me to it.
As you know from the previous blog, we BLEW into Williams, AZ. It’s a small town that was developed strictly for the purpose of providing a railway to the Grand Canyon. We had reservations at the RV park adjacent to the train depot, making it possible to walk and catch the train. Before the train departed, a staged gunfight (alluding to a train robbery later in the day) was provided at the depot.
We boarded a 1920s train car that was magical! It had fruit, pastries, snacks, coffee, juices, entertainment, and ALCOHOL (keep in mind that this is 9:00 a.m.). Apparently, people in the early 1900s started partying early in the day. The ride took about 2 hours, and during this time, we met the most amazing people from Chicago, California, Missouri, and Michigan.
Immediately after we arrived at the depot at the Grand Canyon, we boarded a bus for lunch and the tour. Once again, we tried to capture in pictures the absolute beauty of it all. You will notice from the pictures that I was the one venturing to the edge. There was only one time that Gary got really nervous about me being so close; he said it was because of the wind gusts. (wink, wink) Now that would be special . . . being blown off into the Grand Canyon.
P.S. He didn’t think that was funny! (Casey won’t find the humor in that, either).
The ride back on the train was just as special. We sat in a different car (by design) so that we could experience going to the back of the train and waving at people. They served cheese, crackers, fruit, chocolate-covered HUGE strawberries (to die for), and ALCOHOL! Man, these early folks knew how to party! Sure enough, when we were almost home, the train robbery happened – complete with cowboys on horses riding alongside the train; the train stopping; the cowboys boarding the train; and robbing us (tips for the entertainment). Then . . . guess what happened? We celebrated surviving the robbery by toasting with champagne! Okay, so I’m so on board with this 1920s style of living!
I think the final win/win for the day was when we left the train, bidding all our new friends farewell, and discovering that the two people from St. Louis, Missouri, were both educators – he was a retired coach and teacher, and she was an assistant superintendent, retiring in June. We exchanged emails and promised to connect with them when we came to St. Louis – you guessed it – to a baseball game. She said, “Oh, please let us hear from you; I have season tickets to all the Cardinals games and have really good seats behind home plate.”
I haven’t been able to slap the grin off Gary’s face. P.S. Haven’t we seen ALL the baseball teams in the United States of America? Gary just read this and said, “No, there’s a whole other spring training in Florida with teams we haven’t seen, yet.” Yippee!! (insert sarcasm here)