MORE OF DAY 8:
FLAGSTAFF, AZ
to
THE GRAND FRIGGIN' CANYON
to
KINGMAN, AZ
Don't worry, those aren't dead stuffed Indians. They were incredibly
detailed though.
Re goes hunting for some t-shirts.
It's true. I saw them shoot a guy in the face for saying "fuck" in the
store.
For no apparent reason whatsoever, there's a Flintstones
campground
on your way up to the Grand Canyon. Yabba dabba doo.
The Grand Canyon is a giant hole in the ground. What the hell is there to repair??
I chopped down my own tree to make that toothpick.
Take THAT, nature!
Warning: idiots have died here at the Grand Canyon. Don't be one
of them.
They speaketh the truth. But... I'll show you a few pics of it anyway.
Go ahead 'n jump! I dare ya!
I thought this photo would help give you some perspective
as to just how huge it really is, or to put it
simply:
Grand Canyon = Hugegiganicenormoustrosity People = Punylittlemaggots
One strong gust of wind and I'd be a splatter on the ground so far down
that you'd barely be able to see me with high-powered binoculars.
Some nice guy offered to take our picture and we weren't about to pass
him up on it.
Re travels deeper down the path into the Canyon...
(and hopes she can make it back up)
No Grand Canyon lizard camouflage can trick my eagle eyes...
...or this eagle's eyes for that matter.
Smokey's clearly gonna have to kick someone's ass.
The first sign to display our final destination along historic Route 66!
Twister's famous diner on Route 66 had some damned good burgers, fries,
and of course milkshakes. There were also plenty of old-time novelties
and poodle skirts to be seen.
Did I mention we were on Route 66?
Our day ends with yet another ridiculously cool looking sunset.
