“We’ll be here, Alan, and we’d love to see you. In fact we’ve got a party in the works. Come on out!”
“Great, I’ll make reservations! Oh, and I’m hoping to take Sue for her first visit to the Grand Canyon. How long a drive is that? We also want to lounge at the pool, so that leaves only a day.” I explained that the road trip from Phoenix, where we then lived, required 4-5 hours each way.
“Driving that in one day wouldn’t be much fun, Alan. Would Sue consider flying?” I knew my brother would, because he’s a pilot himself.
“Sure, she’d love that. But could we see much if we flew there? You can’t overfly the Canyon anymore, can you? And how would we get to the Rim?”
“Leave that to me,” I said. “Just get yourselves here, and weather permitting, I promise a day at the Canyon that Sue will never forget.”
Photo: The Colorado River meanders beneath us through the mile-deep Grand Canyon. See more photos here.
©2010 Gregory N. Brown
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