A dusting of snow! 
Looking down. 
This mule ain’t moving! 
A welcome source of outdoor heat. 
A celebratory Old Fashioned!
After an hour long wait in line to enter the Grand Canyon National Park, we arrived at our camp site in Trailer Village. We ate a quick lunch and then practically ran to the rim trail. Ed kept saying “slow down” but I could not stand the wait any longer. My first look was everything I had imagined and more. The grandeur was breathtaking and moved me to tears. This response has happened to me a few other times, when first viewing Monet’s water lilies, and when being caught by surprise of the magnificence of Klempt’s ”The Kiss”. This time though, it was God’s work, and he out did himself. We walked a four mile loop from the campsite along the rim trail and each view was as impressive as the next. It had snowed the night before and the temperatures remained chilly enough that the snow in the woods at our campsite did not melt. The Outland Firepit came in handy as wood fires are not allowed here. It was the perfect setting for a celebratory drink!
Staying Salty On The Road 