456 – that is how many pictures I took of surfers this morning. The waves were small. The surfers were not all that good. One looked bored. He might have been hanging wall paper. The other one was fat. Not all that uncommon… but this very white guy’s belly and butt kept peeking out of his shirt and shorts. And, the photographer wasn’t on her “A” game either – or I would have managed at least 1 keeper out of 456.
Grand Canyon is a go. Have to coordinate plane, train, bus and hotel. The hotel is the hardest part of the puzzle.
As you can see, there are not many days left. February was all full too. I have a room on March 1 and 2 and then I move to another room on March 3. Now, I just have to figure out how to get there. And out of the there. And back to the Asylum.
Peg,
There is a train once or twice a day from Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon. It stops very close to the El Tavor. I am pretty sure that you can also ride the train back to Flagstaff. Don’t know, but this may coordinate with your cross-country train trip.