The day had finally come, the day Matt’s mom had waited 18 years to get her permit for, the day we’d set off for our Grand Canyon river trip. I met Uncle Chris at his home in Sandy and we picked up Stacy and Matt in Provo. Then we drove... And drove… And drove… Made fun of small town names like Scipio, Sulphurdale, and Spry…. Stopped at Arby’s for dinner… and drove some more. While driving, we kept passing and getting passed by this truck with a bumper sticker reading, “Eat, Drink, and Re-marry.” Wow – what a nut. It’s like she was asking for divorce. What a crazy world we live in these days.
We drove….And drove…. And finally made it to our destination: Lee’s Ferry, Marble Canyon, AZ. However, it was about 10:30 at night and still 95 degrees when we arrived. Then, it began to down pour. Due to the sudden Monsoon and the late hour, we decided to sleep in Matt’s family’s big red van, which turned out to be a horrible idea. The rain stopped all too soon and we spent the night in sultry, stuffy, sweat city. Now, before this trip I had made the claim that I was SO talented at sleeping that I could sleep anytime and anywhere. I now make an addendum to my claim to fame: I can sleep anytime or anywhere EXCEPT for in a big red van in 95 degree heat. We may have spent the night in the van, but did not sleep in the van. I laid awake, just praying for the sun to come up amidst walks outside in our underwear to cool off and trips to the drinking water spicket. Luckily, the sun didn’t fail us, that beautiful fire ball arose promptly at 6am and set us free from a horrid, hot, sleepless night.
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I must admit, I was surprised that you, of all people, was not able to sleep in the van :D I thouroughly enjoyed our walk to the bathrooms in our underwear though!
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