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Day 13–Hairy Otter
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Today 210 49 34 Trip 3868 46.5 51 Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$43 / $83 $85 / $100 AAA – $26
PriceLine – $526
Real $$ – $242Monterey Bay Aquarium $67 I was up at 6:30 again and while I let Aryn sleep until 8:00, I got on the computer to find a place for the night close to San Francisco. I settled on Santa Cruz, but Priceline has only one bidding zone for that area and rejected my $70 bid. They did counter-offer at $85 for a 2.5-star, so I took it and wound up at the Best Western Plus in Scott’s Valley.
As we drove toward the coast and the Pacific Coast Highway, something ominous loomed on the horizon.
The morning fog rolled in and Aryn’s first experience at a California beach was foggy and 55-degrees.
We headed up the coast and stopped at the elephant seal beach.
A gorgeous drive with lots of scenic overlooks.
Aryn coined the perfect description of the hillsides – a flower reef.
I wish they’d had these signs when we took our trip in the 70s – maybe my folks would have seen them and not let me play so near the surf that pulled me into the Pacific when I was seven.
Traumatized me for life, that did. We tried to stop for lunch south of Big Sur, but the area’s sparsely populated and the restaurant was pretty expensive, so we moved on.
When we got near Monterey, I saw a sign for the aquarium and remembered that it’s supposed to be pretty cool, so we hopped off the highway and went there.
In addition to the sea otter exhibit, they have telescopes on the deck to view the kelp beds in Monterey Bay and the wild otters there.
There’re a dozen or so otters out there. They’re the black dots. Really.
After the aquarium, Aryn made another new friend.
And we had dinner on Cannery Row and Aryn got a new t-shirt.
And Aryn composed an interesting picture of a tree … I’m not sure what’s tilted … the tree or the world … or just her.
Finally, it was back into the fog and on to Scotts Valley and the hotel.
What are the odds of finding another silver Prius with roof racks at the hotel? Pretty damn good, apparently.
And now a quiet evening in the hotel, some laundry, and then on to San Francisco in the morning. But it seems Aryn had too much caffeine today, because she’s hyper, bored, and watching Univision soap operas … could be a bad evening.
Day 12–Leaving Las Vegas
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Saturday
(Grand Canyon to Vegas)259 47.7 46 Today 584 47.6 45 Trip 3658 46.3 51 Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$10 / $43 $78 / $75 AAA – $26
PriceLine – $491
Real $$ – $272Sequoia National Park $0 ($20 without Annual Pass) Gambling +$140 (+$220 total) We leave Las Vegas with the only plan being that, by Thursday, we need to be in San Francisco. 830-miles and 16-hours of driving. Ideally, I’d like to be near San Francisco, maybe San Jose, by Wednesday night, as that would let us get to San Francisco early in the day.
I was up at 6:00 again, but let Aryn sleep until 7:00 while I got ready and packed everything except her suitcase – then we called the bellman to get the luggage and walked to Paris for breakfast.
We said a melancholy goodbye to the Paris buffet … we will miss you, little crème brulee cup.
And your little friends, too … the fruit tart, the lemon meringue pie, the pear tart, the raspberry tart, the tiramisu in chocolate cup, and the crème caramel. Miss you all.
On the way to pick up the car, Aryn headed for the Bellagio fine art gallery and I headed for a blackjack table. Unfortunately, the art gallery didn’t open until 10:00, so we didn’t get to see it – blackjack was open.
When I’m leaving Vegas I always play one last session of blackjack, consisting of one bet. I play until I’ve either won or lost that bet and it’s more than I typically bet. Since my usual bet is $5, that isn’t hard.
Today I sat down and dropped $40 on the table. I won the first hand, but lost the second – since even is right out for this session, I put the $40 I’d won on the first hand back out there. A blackjack, a pushed-18, and three winning hands later, I left the table up $140. So with the other day’s $80, that’s up $220 for the weekend, which isn’t bad, considering I only played for a couple hours.
Also, I’d taken out $300 cash when we got to Vegas and after three days of tips, taxis, and small cash purchases, I left with $290 cash. But even with winning $220, this was still my most expensive trip to Vegas ever. The shows were worth it, though.
We left Vegas and headed for Sequoia National Park to see big trees.
The drive up to the Sequoia grove was, of course, gorgeous and we stopped to walk down to a mountain river on the way.
Once we got to the grove’s visitor center, where Aryn apparently found this interesting enough to take a picture … note that they keep the spares under lock and key …
It was time to make a decision. There was construction on the road up to the grove and it was one-lane for several miles. The clerk at the visitor center told me they’d run that section with twenty-minutes each way after 5:00. The other option would be to continue through the park to the North entrance – and he told me that would add about 30 minutes if we were heading south afterward, which we were.
We opted to continue and see the rest of the park before heading for San Luis Obispo. It was a great drive through the park and worth the extra time, but when we exited the park we had no cell service, so I couldn’t use mapquest to get directions. The options were to go back south to Porterville or west to Fresno.
Since San Luis Obispo was a bit to the south and we hadn’t come that far north inside the park, I opted for that and we took California 245.
The “curvy road” highway sign for 245 also contained the note: Next 31 miles.
When Californians set out to build a curvy road, they don’t screw around. There wasn’t a straight 50-yards of that road for 31 miles. Even sections that could have been straight were curved – I’m not a highway engineer, but half a mile across a dead flat pasture doesn’t have to curve five times.
I joked that we’d google “California 245 road” and find that it was some famous curvy road … but it only got 4 of 5 stars from motorcycleroads.com, so I guess it’s not that famous. Would have been a bad ride on a motorcycle today, though, since long sections of the road were covered in sand and gravel for some reason.
Midway down and just at dusk, a skunk was crossing the road. Hit the brakes to avoid hitting the skunk and as he made it to the far side and we slid slowly past, the tail raised into the air … punch the accelerator and get out of Dodge.
Once we had mapquest access, we headed for San Luis Obispo, and really not doing all that badly on time. It had gotten dark while we were on 245 (which made the road much more interesting, let me tell you), but mapquest said we were only three hours from the coast.
I drove until 10:00, then pulled off and got on the laptop with my phone tethered for internet and got on Priceline.
I tried to get something in Paso Robles, Atascadero or San Luis Obispo, as those were closest to us, but got no takers up to $70 bid, so I took a Priceline “express deal” and got the Holiday Inn Express in Atascadero for $78 – $120 on the Holiday Inn site.
We got to the hotel at midnight after a very long drive – but it leaves us with only the drive up the coast today and we’ll be able to stay close to San Francisco tonight.
Magic Underwear Update: Vegas was pretty hard on the Magic Underwear. It was 111-degrees yesterday and topped 100 the entire stay, but a pair washed at midday was perfectly dry and okay to wear by nighttime. The only hiccup was this morning, because we’re leaving and I can’t let a pair hang-dry – enter the blow-dryer supplied by the hotel: within a couple minutes last night’s pair was fresh and mostly dry (waistband still a little damp).
Sadly, the rest of my clothes aren’t as easy to wash and dry. I leave Las Vegas with only a pair of jeans and a couple shirts still clean and wearable. Aryn says she doesn’t have that problem, but that’s because she packed four times as man clothes. Will have to do laundry before San Francisco.
Day 11–Stratosphere and Mystere
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Today Trip Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$103 / $101 $86 / $150 AAA – $26
PriceLine – $491
Real $$ – $230Mystere $131 Stratosphere $46 Up at 7:00, Aryn slept until 8:00. Breakfast at Paris – I wasn’t going to get the buffet pass again, but it’s within our budget and Aryn and I both want to eat at Paris again. By getting it this morning, we’ll have breakfast tomorrow covered as well.
Our morning view of the mountains.
Breakfast started with Eggs Benedict, fingerling potatoes, Lyonnais potatoes, a creamy, sweet polenta, corned beef hash, bacon, and sourdough toast – there were some normal eggs on my plate by mistake that just got pushed around and ignored.
Smoked salmon and smoked trout were available, but I don’t care for fish, and I skipped the omelet station this morning in favor of some French toast and bacon … because I like that. Aryn gave me a look because of the amount of bacon, so I got some fruit.
See? Fruit. It was a healthy breakfast. I’m on vacation, stop judging me!
After breakfast we again stopped at the Tix4Tonight booth in Wild Bill’s near the Flamingo and got our tickets for Mystere tonight. Tix4Tonight has saved me $190 this trip compared to the box office price – the only ticket we weren’t able to get through them was Celine Dion – and that because, well, Celine Dion doesn’t need to dump extra tickets on the market at a discount.
Then we walked down to Venetian, so Aryn could see it – did not take a $16/person gondola ride.
From Venetian we caught a cab to Stratosphere and went to the top of the tower, 1,000 feet over Las Vegas. Aryn rode a couple of the rides there.
Finally, after a very long morning/early afternoon, we took a cab back to Ceaser’s to get Aryn a t-shirt from the Celine Dion show and then back to our room to rest.
Dinner at Paris, much the same as Saturday. Then on to Mystere, which is classic Cirque – Ka was much more impressive, in my opinion.
Interlude–San Francisco Hotels
If the Vegas hotel question bothered me, San Francisco worried me to the point of denial and not wanting to think about it. I’ve been watching the rates for weeks and they’ve kept going up – but I couldn’t book anything, because I didn’t know exactly when we’d get there.
When we arrived in Vegas, I could better predict that, so thought that we’d try to leave here (Vegas) tomorrow (Tuesday). The original schedule called for us to spend two nights between Vegas and San Francisco – somewhere around Sequoia and then around San Luis Obispo. Because of the unscheduled stop in Austin and the extra nights in Albuquerque, I hoped to change that and make up a day on that leg, arriving in San Francisco on Wednesday (7/11), staying two nights.
When I checked Priceline, I freaked out – 3-stars were $200, $300, even $400 a night. 2-stars ranged from $160 to over $200. Most 1-stars were over $100. I had a half-joking backup plan to stay near the airport and take BART into the city every day – it was looking like that might be necessary.
I checked BiddingForTravel and found out there’s a convention with 30,000 attendees in San Francisco through the 12th. So I changed my stay to arrive 7/12 – we’ll keep the extra day on the road and take it at a more leisurely pace.
Rates for a 7/12 arrival were still pretty high, with 3-stars still in the $200-$300 range.
Priceline has a huge number of zones for San Francisco, ranging from the city to the airport. I wanted to stay in the city.
So I started bidding for 4-stars in the zones I really wanted, one at a time (13, 12, 9, and 3 or Union Square West, East, Moscone Center, and Fisherman’s Wharf, respectively). I started at $70, just in case there was some amazing deal out there – everything was rejected, which left my max bid at $76. I raised it to $78 and added 3.5-star as an option for those zones. Still rejected.
This was on Sunday, so I wasn’t too concerned, as I could keep bidding every 24-hours until we arrived there – which is why I started with such a lowball bid. If I got something, great, if not, try again tomorrow.
But to see if I could get something in my budget now, I kept going. I had all the zones I was willing to stay in selected and at 3.5-stars, so I started adding zones that only have 3-stars – this let me continue to raise my bid, but guaranteed I wouldn’t get an unwanted location.
When my bid got to $84, it was accepted. Two nights at the Marriott San Francisco Fisherman’s Wharf – showing a rate on the Marriott website of $249 a night for those dates.
Day 10–We’ll always have Paris
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Today Trip Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$0 / $51 $86 / $150 AAA – $26
PriceLine – $408
Real $$ – $166Celine Dion (Aryn) $145 Penn & Teller (me) $57 Gambling +$80 I woke up at 6:30 this morning, even after being awake until after 2:00 last night. Aryn woke up shortly before 8:00. While she was getting ready I checked the show schedule and found that Celine Dion is in town tonight. I want to see Penn & Teller, but thought Aryn might want to see Celine instead – turns out that was sound figuring.
We walked over to the Tix4Tonight booth, but they weren’t open until 10:00, so we continued to Imperial Palace for breakfast. Imperial Palace is more of a cafeteria-style buffet, but it’s hard to mess up breakfast. Aryn doesn’t believe that the guy in front of me took just as much bacon as I did. Mmmm … bacon.
Then we went back for tickets. I got my Penn & Teller ticket, but they had no discounts for Celine (not surprising), so it was off across the street to Ceaser’s to try the box office. The $90 seat I’d seen available this morning wasn’t anymore (it was a single, lonely seat in the top section, with everything else there sold out), so we had to move up a level in price.
A long. Very long. Horrendously long tour of the Ceaser’s Forum Shops then commenced. We looked through the Gucci, Versace, Costly, and Pricey stores – and that’s all I can remember. The rest is a blur of ridiculous clothes and four-digit price tags.
Then over to Mandalay Bay, but the tiger/dolphin exhibit was $20 each and I’ve hit the entertainment budget for today, I think. So back to the room for a rest before lunch … or might wait until dinner … that was a lot of bacon. Mmmm … bacon …
We went to Flamingo for an early dinner. Not much to speak of … Aryn and I agree that we’ll just stick with Paris tomorrow. The other buffets are simply not up to that level … although, in the taxi today, the Wynn video makes their buffet sound pretty good, with a lot of the food being cooked to order at the stations. Not on the Buffet of Buffets, though.
Aryn’s show was at 7:30 and mine at 9:00, but I left for mine early, planning to do some gambling at Rio beforehand. I got there about 6:00 and had an hour to kill before the box office would open so I could get my seat assignment, so I headed for the casino. I really wanted to play craps, but all of the tables were $15 minimum bets. That’s a problem this trip, because I have a limited gambling budget – most of the money being earmarked for, well, the trip. So with not wanting to gamble with more than $100 for the session, my style of craps play, with as many as six or seven bets outstanding at one time, could wipe out the bankroll in four rolls of the dice.
So I found a $5 Let It Ride table and played for an hour. Lost about $40 and then went to get my seat for the show. When I came back, I sat down at the other Let It Ride table, which turned out to be a $15 limit. I went ahead and stayed, which turned out to be a good decision, since I was quickly up about $150. Once that dropped below $100 after a few bad hands, I decided to call it quits and left $80 ahead.
Still with some time to kill, I wandered around Rio and stumbled across this year’s World Series of Poker – didn’t know that was this week or I’d have played a satellite game for the hell of it.
There were over a thousand tables in the ballroom for the tournament.
But only one Final Table.
On to Penn & Teller and a great show.
Day 9–Viva Las Priceline
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Today Trip Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$118 / $119 $86 / $150 AAA – $26
PriceLine – $325
Real $$ – $102Hoover Dam Parking $7 Ka $195 The Vegas hotel question has bothered me, because I want to stay someplace really, really nice, but I don’t want to spend any money. My budget for Vegas is $150 a night for the hotel, which would get a nice hotel during the week, but we’re arriving on a Saturday, which has higher rates. Pushing arrival to Sunday would muck up the schedule.
For Vegas, I want to stay in the Priceline Zone 9:
This is mostly for bidding purposes, but also because it’s a nicely central part of the Strip. For bidding, it’s one of only three zones that have 5-star hotels:
Strip North, Strip Vicinity North, and Strip Vicinity South are the only ones that have 5-star properties. Summerlin has no 5-stars, but it has resorts and Priceline will sometimes book you into a resort in place of a 5-star. I don’t want that.
Until recently, that zone also had only one 5-star on Priceline: Bellagio. That’s where I’d like to stay, and what I based my budget on ($149 / night, Sunday – Thursday). But there’s a new player there, the Vdara.
Vdara is a non-casino hotel behind Bellagio and run by MGM-Grand. It’s listed as a 5-star, but their rates are odd. On their website, the room rates are outrageous ($400 or more a night), but they come up as $169 on Priceline.
So I chose that zone and bid $70 a night. I also had a Priceline “reward” of $30, which they apply over three nights – so the total was $80, but only $70 of it would be paid by me. That bid was rejected.
So I started adding the zones that have no 5-star properties one by one and raising my bid $2 or $3 each time. At $86 ($96 with the Priceline reward), I got Vdara for the three nights.
Which means:
$80 / Econolodge
$86 / Vdara
Market forces at work.
Once again I was up at six. Last night I went out for a little while and got a burger and listened to some of the live music around Williams. Aryn was worn out from the hike and already asleep when I got back. She was up by 7:00 again, though, so we were on the road by 8:00 after danish and orange juice as the hotel’s free breakfast (Aryn had leftover pie).
On the way, we stopped at the Hoover Dam and a couple scenic overlooks – one overlooking the desert and one Lake Mead.
At the Dam, we parked and went to the visitor center to get Aryn’s National Parks Passport stamped (it’s not a park, but they have a stamp). After $7 for parking, they then want $8 per person to enter the visitor center, so we skipped that. I wouldn’t mind taking a tour and seeing the power rooms, but it was pretty hot (100+ degrees) and crowded.
At the Lake Mead overlook, we found a group of guys with a Ferrari, a Maserati, and a Lamborghini. All Nevada plates, so I’m assuming they flew into Vegas and rented them.
Aryn spotted this in front of an antique store, so we had to stop. $700 for a giant, hollow Panda. Ha!
We got to Vegas and onto Las Vegas Boulevard North of Stratosphere and I drove to Luxor before turning around to go to the hotel near Bellagio – so we got to see the whole thing, from strip clubs and marriage chapels to the “family” mega-hotels, all from the air conditioned car. 109-degrees outside, which is damn hot even if it is dry.
The entry to Vdara is like a freeway interchange. It goes up from the road, then loops to the left for Aria and then back around for the Vdara entrance. Very confusing. Only valet parking, no self parking, but it’s complimentary – that’s practically unheard of, so it must be because they don’t have the space to put a self-park lot.
I don’t think Aryn had a clue about the type of hotel we were going to stay in, so it came as a surprise.
So we give the car to the valet, the doorman unloads the luggage onto a cart and gives me the claim ticket. When he told us to just call down after we’d checked in and the bellman would bring it up, that might have been a clue to Aryn that this wasn’t an Econolodge.
I open the door to the room and we walk into the dining/kitchen area, complete with a microwave and two-burner cooktop (as well as a computerized mini-bar that charges you as soon as you take something out).
Then into the sitting room.
The sleeping area, complete with individual reading lamps, and finally the bathroom.
Aryn: “They have a phone by the freakin’ toilet!”
This is the same bathroom that Aryn later locked herself into – sadly I didn’t get the video camera running until the very last try when she managed to get out.
We’re on the 38th floor, overlooking the back of the Strip hotels. Rio and Palms to the left, Bellagio’s pools directly below us, and a slightly obstructed view of Paris and the Bellagio fountains to the right.
$86. Vegas, baby!
So after Aryn
figured out how to unlock a doorand I got changed, we headed out to see some of the hotels. Vdara has a walkway to Bellagio, so we headed there through Bellagio’s shops and the world’s largest chocolate fountain.The Bellagio conservatory.
And the Bellagio lobby.
And finally out onto the Strip.
First we went over to Paris and walked through the casino and shops, then through the shopping area that connects Paris to Bally’s. Once through Bally’s, I asked Aryn if she wanted to cross the street to see Ceaser’s or head down to Venetian. She said both, so I decided to do Venetian first.
On the corner across from Bally’s where we crossed is a Tix4Tonight outlet. I stopped and took a quick look at their monitor – the plan was to see Ka and one other show on Sunday and Monday nights, leaving tonight free. We’d seen a bus ad for Phantom at the Venetian, so I asked if they’d have any for tonight and the guy said yes, so we got in line.
Then we started talking to one of the other employees working the line – they have people moving up and down the line pitching other shows and discounts. I asked about Ka tickets for tomorrow and found out that Ka is dark Sunday and Monday.
So that changed the plans and we had to get Ka tickets for tonight. The Tix4Tonight girl also gave us some good seating advice, recommending tier 3 seats, the lowest price, for this show, because so much happens in the air above the stage. We got tickets for the 9:30 show and headed back to Paris – since we were going to a show and hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, it was time to eat.
We got in a very short line for the Paris buffet about 5:00 and bought our Buffet of Buffets tickets – 24-hours of gluttony at the buffets in six different hotels.
I have had bad buffets before. I have had bad buffets in Vegas – specifically Ceaser’s, which proves that unlimited cafeteria food is still cafeteria food, and sent me to the ER once. Paris does not have a bad buffet – it may, in fact, have the best buffet I’ve ever seen.
That would be, counter-clockwise from the knifetip: grilled lamb, grilled pork loin with apples, roast beef, the best sweet potatoes I’ve ever tasted, caramelized pearl onions, green beans and roasted asparagus, sweet roasted root vegetables, and a dinner roll that saw very little action and was mostly left on the plate.
Not on the plate: the coq-au-vin, the duck a l’orange, the mussels and crab legs and shrimps … oh, my.
The sweet potatoes were quartered with the skin on and roasted – the insides were perfectly done and the skin had soaked up the syrup to become chewy and caramel-like.
For desert, Aryn got a berry crepe with Nutella and I got a brandy-soaked apple crepe with caramel.
The apples were diced and cooked perfectly so that they were firm, but had still absorbed the brandy syrup. Then I went back and got half a wine-poached pear with vanilla sauce and some cherries jubilee.
Then we sadly walked around and said goodbye to the other deserts we didn’t have the room for: the crème brulee, the crème caramel, the brownies, cookies, cakes, bread puddings and cobblers. We will miss you, little crème brulee cups.
It might be worth the drive just for the Paris buffet …
We waddled back to the room for Aryn to get a jacket in case the Ka theatre was cold and then caught a cab to the MGM Grand. It’s $3.30 to drop the meter here now. We got our seats assigned – dead center of the fourth row in the upper tier – and wandered around the MGM until show time.
Aryn made a new friend who likes her shoes and jacket.
For the show itself … I have no words. Somewhere in the world, there’s a guy who said: “I want to build a stage that moves up and down on a hydraulic lift. And I want it to spin around in circles. Then I want it to tilt so that it’s vertical to the audience. Oh, and it should spin when it’s vertical too … and tilt … yeah, spin and tilt.”
Then that guy got somebody to give him the money to build it and found people crazy enough to do things on a floating stage over a twenty foot drop that don’t, frankly, seem possible.
That guy’s a freakin’ genius.
Between Ka and the Paris buffet, it’s worth the drive right there.
After the show we walked back along the strip to see something of Vegas at night.
A wrong turn in the Cosmopolitan’s shops delayed us long enough to be walking by Bellagio just in time for the last fountains of the day.
Midnight on the Strip.
Back to the room and showered. Aryn’s asleep and I’m ready to go do something, because I don’t sleep much in Vegas.
Day 8–There are some things one would rather have done than do
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Today 117.5 51.7 52 Trip 2814.7 46 54 Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$57 / $126 $80 / $75 AAA – $26
PriceLine – $242
Real $$ – $38Grand Canyon National Park $0 ($25 but free with National Parks Pass) I set an alarm for 6:30 so we could get to the Canyon early – it’s an hour away – but dawn here is apparently 5:00 AM and that’s when I woke up.
When we got here yesterday, I admit that I mocked the room’s showerhead …
No more … it is small, yet mighty.
I will, however, continue to mock the hotel’s internet connection, which is poor, slow, and intermittent.
All the weather data I read before coming here said that the average temperature for the Canyon in July was 100-degrees. The high today is 84 – turns out those charts had the data for the bottom of the Canyon, which would be hotter, but 84-degrees with 13% humidity and a 9 MPH breeze sounds pretty pleasant to me.
So we were on the road a little before 8:00 for the hour drive to the Grand Canyon.
We arrived at the visitors center after passing the $199 a night Holiday Inn Express and the $169 a night Best Western. They’re closer and nicer than everything in Williams, but, damn, that’s pricey.
We walked out to the viewing area for quick look and a couple pictures, then headed for the shuttle buses. I’d given Aryn two options for hiking: Bright Angel and South Kaibob trails. These are the easiest of the trails that go down into the canyon instead of following the rim, and Aryn chose South Kaibob.
These two trails go all the way to the bottom, meeting at Phantom Ranch, the guest house on the Colorado River, but hiking to the river and back in one day is not recommended, especially in summer.
We got on the trail about 9:20.
That’s the edge of the trail we’re on and then the next leg of the trail below us.
It’s a very windy trail down the sheer face of the canyon wall.
I got a knee brace in Albuquerque and it worked wonders. I didn’t get a single twinge from my knee the whole hike.
The canyon walls become even more impressive once you’re below them and have to look up.
On the way down, a mule-train from Phantom Ranch passed us – that’s how they get supplies and some guests to the bottom.
Mule Rules: Move off the trail to the upslope side. Stand perfectly still and make no noise. Follow the instructions of the mule-wranglers.
Apparently they have incidents of idiot hikers startling the mules with some disastrous results.
Aryn taking a moment to meditate and commune with the canyon.
Ooh-Aah Point is almost a mile of walking and a 600-foot elevation change, or really, really close to the descent into Carlsbad Caverns. From there to the next waypoint, the grade of the trail almost doubles, dropping an additional 500 feet in half a mile.
At Ooh-Aah Point, we saw one of the canyon squirrels. Later, when we stopped to eat a snack, one of them came running as soon as I started opening the package on my snack bar. The NPS volunteer at the site warned me that they can get pretty demanding and bite, so I moved off – chased away by a squirrel.
Yeah, that’s him. Do not mock me, he was very threatening with mean, sharp, nasty teeth … look at the bones, man!
At Cedar Point, a mile and a half down the trail, Aryn again communed with the Canyon. In the background, you can see the trail we came down, wrapping right to left around wall to the small building that holds the restroom.
When we arrived here, the park volunteer asked us how far we were going. They really try to discourage people from continuing past this point except in the early morning. Aryn answered that we weren’t sure yet – she really wanted to go all the way down and catch a glimpse of the Colorado. My plan was to send her back up the trail to the last switchback before Cedar Point – if she came back down and wanted to continue, fine, otherwise she could wave her arms and I’d start up for the return trip.
Then she got a look at the trail out of Cedar Point.
It’s that steep line of red dropping precipitously from the restroom. About half the width of trail we’d been on until now, not as well-maintained, and clearly intended only for serious hikers.
It continues from Cedar Point down and around the next Butte before dropping to the flatter area of the canyon.
Aryn decided she didn’t even want to go down it, much less try to come back up.
I was really impressed with her today. She set the pace for the entire hike and didn’t try to go too fast on the way down. She made a good decision not to continue, even though she really wanted to see the river. On the way back up, it was hard work, but she didn’t whine or complain at all – she set a workable pace, kept to it, and stopped for rests when she needed to.
Yeah … back up. 1.5 miles with an 1100-foot elevation change. That’s the equivalent of walking the stairs of the Empire State Building up and down.
For me, the walk back up was mostly head down, watching where I put my feet, and muttering, “She must be getting tired … wants to take a break soon … sit in that patch of shade there … damned if I’m going to call for a break while she’s still going … stop, damn you, girl, stop …”
But we made it to the top without, well …
The heat really wasn’t that bad for me. It was warm, but not humid, and I had my kayaking shirt that wicks moisture and cools with the slightest breeze. The real killer was the elevation again … not as much oxygen as I’m used to.
We rode the shuttle back to the visitors center to get Aryn’s National Parks Passport stamped and then to the market area for some souvenirs and lunch. I think my chips were packaged at sea-level.
And then back to the hotel … which passing that $200 Holiday Inn Express a mile outside the gates and facing an hour to get back to our hotel made me question the savings.
Tired cowgirl on the drive back.
For dinner we had pie … Apple-Peach-Blueberry pie, Black Forest pie, Lemon Creamcheese pie, and Banana-Chocolate-Peanut-Butter pie. I like pie.
Day 7–I think it’s the goddamn Grand Canyon
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Today 407 45.8 50 Trip 2697 45.8 54 Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$70 / $146 $80 / $75 AAA – $16
PriceLine – $242
Real $$ – $43Painted Desert $0 ($10 but free with National Parks Pass) Meteor Crater $24 Using Priceline for the Grand Canyon is difficult. There are only two zones, one of which is Williams, AZ, an hour away. There are a small number of hotels at the Canyon itself and even the Holiday Inn Express is $200 a night.
After bidding up to $120 a night for something at the Canyon and not getting it, I switched to Williams and bid $50 for a 1-star, which was also rejected. Since the lowest published rate for a 1-star in Williams was $70, I gave up on bidding in favor of picking the hotel and room. One of the downsides of bidding is that the hotel picks the room, so with some of the 1-stars having rooms with single queen beds, it wasn’t worth the chance. I opted for the Econolodge for $80 a night and two doubles ($70 for a single queen).
At the request of the Queen of Stats Geeks, I’ve added the cumulative delta for real hotel dollars spent versus budgeted. With tonight’s stay, the trip is $43 under budget for hotels, having mostly gone for nicer, rather than cheaper – and starting with that 2x-budget stay on the first night in Louisiana.
I’m beginning to have doubts about Courtyards, though. Between the ants in Austin and the dripping shower faucet here (and the air conditioner that has to be set at 65 to be comfortable), I’m underwhelmed.
The stop in Austin, then Albuquerque for two nights, and two nights at Grand Canyon, instead of one each and driving straight to Carlsbad, has put us behind schedule a bit, but gets us to Vegas on Saturday instead of Thursday. And started the trip easier – we still have the San Francisco to Seattle run and Seattle to Yellowstone, but I think we can make up a day between Vegas and San Francisco.
The Vegas Thursday/Friday rates for this weekend were outrageous, with Bellagio hitting $399 for Friday before selling out. A Saturday arrival is harder to get, because the hotels want to sell the whole weekend, but if they have rooms close to the weekend, they get desperate.
Ideally, we’d arrive Sunday, as that’s the best rate-time, with Bellagio offering $149 for Sunday through Wednesday next week, but that would play havoc with the schedule. Bellagio isn’t in the cards, but it’s a good bellwether for the rates.
I was going to sleep in this morning and let Aryn sleep in more, but last night was so nice out that we had the balcony door (screened) open all night for the breeze. Up at 6:00 or so with the sun and the birds singing. Aryn slept until 7:00, even though I tried to keep the noise down to keystrokes and mouse-clicks.
We were in the car before 8:00 and had breakfast at IHOP before getting on the Interstate – I40 all the way from Albuquerque to Williams, AZ.
We passed some lava fields after about an hour on the road and pulled over to look at them and for Aryn to pick up some rocks.
Then we got into some really pretty country.
I took a lot of pictures out the window trying to capture it as we drove.
Since today was just about getting to Williams, we had the time and opportunity to stop along the way. The first side-trip was through the Painted Desert and Petrified Forest. Aryn kept asking what a Petrified Forest was and I told her: “Scared trees. No, really. And we’ll get to hide behind rocks, then jump out and scare the trees even more. It’s interactive.”
On entering, they asked us if we had any rocks in the car and had to bag Aryn’s lava rocks so we wouldn’t be fined if they decided to search us on leaving.
The Painted Desert was beautiful, but I think we’re both suffering from Scenery-Overload. At times the drive has been like having your head on a swivel muttering “… pretty … pretty … pretty … pretty … pretty …” as we drive along.
But the drive through the Painted Desert was enough to get Aryn out of the car in her pajamas to look at it, and eventually enough to get her to change into real clothes for the stops.
Later we arrived at some pueblo ruins from around 1100-1300.
It’s a beautiful area to visit, but I think if I was a member of the tribe that lived here …
… first I’d become Chief, then I’d call the tribe together and say: “Look, that Flint-Axe development project is now our top priority, because the guys 50-miles east of here have a lot better shit than we do and we’re going to go there and get out of this freakin’ desert.”
Here are some of the petroglyphs they left behind on the rocks, the one above clearly being their prayer that the Great Crane God come and eat the people fifty-miles east of here so they could take their shit and get out of the freakin’ desert.
And this one where they’re asking the gods to send a herd of antelope to be driven in front of their warriors against the people fifty-miles east of here. A violent people, the dwellers in these pueblos.
From there we moved into the Petrified Forest area. It’s hard to wrap my head around the time involved for a forest with massive trees to be covered by rising land, have enough time pass for the wood to absorb enough minerals to turn to stone, and then for the land to erode back down to expose the trees. They stick out of the hills everywhere and break off when too much is exposed.
You’re not allowed to take any of the rocks or petrified wood out of the park, so we got Aryn a piece at the gift-shop. Then on the way back to the Interstate, we passed multiple shops selling it – including one that must have had an acre of land covered in petrified logs. There were even a couple places where big, two and three foot, sections of it were just sitting next to the road.
The next stop was at Meteor Crater – something I’ve always wanted to see. It wasn’t a long stop, but it was fun to look at for a bit.
Back on the road and maybe it’s the fact that we haven’t seen a full-size tree since Sunday, but the area around Flagstaff was beautiful. Nothing but mountains and conifers. I could easily spend a week or two in this area just hiking and enjoying the outdoors.
And then … there’s the hotel … holy … crap …
This is an $80 / night Econolodge. If it was, like, Joe’s Grand Canyon Motel, I’d feel differently, but Econolodge is a Choice Hotels brand and they’re supposed to have some standards.
Small, a little dirty, with a noticeable odor to the room. If the reservation could be canceled, I’d go somewhere else – whether to a local, small motel where I wouldn’t mind these conditions, or to pay twice as much for the Holiday Inn Express closer to the Canyon. If Choice is going to buy what I’m sure was an independent motel and stick their brand on it, then they should spring for enough upgrades and maintenance to maintain their standards.
There are exactly two electrical outlets in the room. One behind the nightstand and one behind the dresser.
Oh … and the room clock is stuck in some bizarre, Groundhog Day-like loop:
The town of Williams is nice, though. The street our hotel is on has dozens of little shops and restaurants – touristy, but with character. We went for a short walk and had dinner at Pine Country Restaurant because Aryn saw pie through the window. Aryn had a vegetarian shepherd’s pie (made with a garden burger instead of meat) and I had a pork chop and baked potato.
My pork chop was thin, dry, and crunchy … which most people won’t find attractive, but is exactly how I like my pork chops. The Dutch cherry pie was pretty good, and no end of main course sins can be set right by a good slice of pie.
Day 6–A Left Turn at Albuquerque
Miles MPG Avg. Speed Today 91 51.3 29 Trip 2291 45.8 54 Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$24 / $120 $47 / $75 AAA – $6
PriceLine – $242Sandia Peak Tram $37 Mountain Bikes $96 National Museum of Nuclear Science and History $15 We got up around 8:00 and headed for Sandia Peak to ride the tram and hike. One of the minuses to the 3-star hotels is that there’s no free breakfast – on the other hand, one of the pluses is that there’s a restaurant, which 2-stars usually don’t have, and which has come in handy this evening as a storm blows through town. We skipped the chains near the hotel and looked for a local café or something on the way, but didn’t find one so wound up at Chickfila.
Then we took the tram to the top of Sandia Peak, what used to be the longest tram in the world, until some monastery in Armenia built one. Monks, go figure.
We had the Camelbaks with us for water and mine started leaking from somewhere when I first put it on, soaking my back, which was okay at the bottom where it was 80- to 90-degrees at the time we left, but less so when we got to the top and it was 50s and 60s. It leaked for most of the time there, but then stopped when we were on the way back down, so I think I may have spilled quite a bit of water outside of its bladder when I filled it.
The ascent was gorgeous. Sheer rock and boulders with sparse trees as we climbed from 6400-feet to 10,500-feet. At the top, I started feeling the lack of oxygen, being from sea-level, and Aryn mentioned the same, so we postponed hiking and checked out the mountain bike rentals.
The other side of the mountain is a ski-run, and completely different from the side we ascended. In the summer, they have mountain bike trails down that side, criss-crossing the ski-runs and through the forest, then a ski-lift to bring you and your bike back to the summit.
Now, I asked the guy: “Are any of the trails appropriate for people who haven’t biked in a while?” and he said, “Yeah.”
So we rented the bikes, got our helmets, pedaled a ways down the access road to acclimate ourselves (which should have been an indicator of how things would go), and started down the “easy” trail.
The “easy” trail is that itty-bitty jaunt into the trees above. The longer one is the access road and the red arrow at the bottom is where we rented the bikes. So, yeah, about a hundred feet down the trail, I’ve gone off it twice and Aryn fell. We both said: “Not a good idea.”
Walked the bikes back up to the rental station, which had me out of breath and nauseated from lack of oxygen. 10,000 feet is high.
Explain what happened to the guy, but there are no refunds. He’ll send us round trip on the chair lift (usually $20), but no refund for the bikes. Now keep in mind, it’s not like we had them for an hour or two – at most it was ten minutes. Down the road, back up the road, 100’ down the trail, fall – no refund.
Then he starts telling us about other people who’ve fallen and gotten hurt and I’m wondering why, when he knows this, he would tell me it’s an appropriate trail for two people who haven’t been on a bike in a few years. But it’s pointless to argue, so I took the chairlift ride – I may dispute $76 of the charge when it comes through.
The chair lift was great – Aryn found it too cold with the breeze, but even with a wet back I thought it was wonderful weather.
The two sides of the mountain are completely different and I saved the pictures of both to post together. The left column is the Albuquerque side.
Exact same mountain, opposite sides.
This pretty much sums it up:
But there were plenty of people hiking at the summit and others hiking up the ski-slope, even some hiking at least partway up the tram-side.
We left Sandia and headed for the National Museum of Nuclear Science and History. I’d seen the signs for this on the way into town and thought it might be interesting, but figured Aryn wouldn’t care for it much. Then she saw the sign and surprised me by wanting to go.
The majority of the exhibits were about nuclear weapons, heavy on the WWII era.
Aryn chose to pose with Fat Man, kicking Little boy to the curb.
Interesting to see the inside of an ICBM with multiple warheads.
Pieces of the Berlin Wall. Microsoft has a full three-foot panel of it at their headquarters in Redmond, which I’ve seen, but even the smaller pieces are impressive to me. I remember watching the coverage of the crowds rushing the wall and attacking it when the USSR broke up.
The most sensible warning label I’ve seen in a long time. Probably too much to expect of most people, though. But after a long day of trying, we had finally found a bicycle Aryn could handle.
Monopoly for IAEA nuclear inspectors … I especially like the Go to Iraq space.
Outside, they have a display of aircraft, submarine sails, and artillery used for nuclear delivery, including a B-52.
With its wing-wheels propped up so the wing stays level instead of dropping like it really would on the ground.
And a B-29.
The museum was light on science, though. I would have liked to see more exhibits and information on power-generation, especially the new Gen-IV reactor technology. They had a couple information panels about it, but not much. Probably the level of technical detail Aryn and I would have liked to see would put most people off.
Then it was off to the National Petroglyph Monument. I just wanted a quick stop to see the things, but it turns out they’re not actually in a single place. They’re back on 1-2 mile trails scattered around the area, and mid-afternoon in Albuquerque in July was not someplace I wanted to take a two hour hike in through the desert, at least not after a long day.
So it was back to the hotel for dinner – at the hotel, since a storm was coming through town – and laundry.
Magic Underwear Update: Both pairs of Magic Underwear have been washed, but came through the first trial of five days with no complaints or ill-effects.
A Note About the Budget
Food
(today/budget)Hotel
(today/budget)Trip Savings
$xxxx / $140 $47 / $75 AAA – $6
PriceLine – $216The stats-geeks have gotten picky about my budget and savings numbers, questioning why, exactly, the daily food budget has been different and why the Priceline savings do not match the sum of the differences between the hotel cost and the hotel budget. Stats-geeks have too much time on their hands.
So to explain:
The food budget is $50 / day and I’ve chosen to make it cumulative for the trip. Unlike government budgets, or the per-diem of certain libertarian think-tanks, my budget is not use-it-or-lose-it. So the food budget for a given day is $50 plus whatever has accumulated from previous days.
The hotel budget, unlike the food budget, is daily, not cumulative.
With the Priceline savings figure, I have chosen to represent the savings from what I would have paid for that room, not what I had budgeted. This is to represent the non-tangible benefit of the hotel upgrade. If my budget was $50, because I priced a Motel 6 in the area before leaving, but I get a Courtyard for $47, then I’ve saved three real dollars – but I also have the intangible of staying in a nicer room, with more amenities. This is represented by the Priceline savings.