Real real cold over here in the high Arizona desert of the Navajo territory, dropping down to -4 at night. We have been trying to arrange the logistics for crossing the Grand Canyon. Highway 67 has 1-2 feet of soft powdery snow and presents a formidable 45 mile foe between us and the beginning of the North Rim. And then, of course, there is th Canyon itself.
Goat and I just flipped a coin to see whether we were going to go for it, and the oracle of shiny George Washington has chosen our fate in a rather dramatic slow-motion type moment: TO THE GRAND CANYON it is.
We do have some journal entries to post and will get them up there soon. Within a couple weeks we should have our journey up to speed. Check back often for updates.