I have to say, I'm a little weary and not entirely up for blogging. My belly is full of a tasty but not at all heavy dinner (typical for a conference meal!) from room service (not typical for a conference meal). I've been doing work for meetings ahead. It's my one night to myself. And I kind of want to change into comfy clothes and watch a little more Letterkenny and get to bed earlier than last night when I was up late working on some thing for conference.
But you, my few and rare readers, deserve a little something, perhaps?
So, before things fade from my mind, let me dial back almost a week now.
Last Saturday, we headed out on the road. Those two up front,
me in the back,
working away on a document with a tight deadline. My head down much of the way, not seeing all of the scenery. Oh, I got out of the car to stretch my legs in Barstow,
and again in Ludlow where we captured the glory of the old Route 66
before scarfing down a DQ lunch (in order of best to least good: fries, chili dog, Blizzard).
At some point we crossed the Colorado River
and were in Arizona. I worked on until dark. We arrived at the El Tovar,
a grand old national parks lodge/hotel barely in time for our dinner reservation, dropping our things in the suite,
eating a meal that was fine but not great, and then wandering a little in the lobby.
And then it was time for bed.
If you have read the blog this past week, you'll know that Van got altitude sickness, and we decamped the next day to Phoenix (where I still am, days later and with days to come). We did, however, drive west along the rim from the hotel toward Hermit's Rest, capturing some shots of the the magnificent setting before the clouds began to roll in.
And yes, it was cold.
Poor Van.
We didn't spend long at the rim. It was soon off to Phoenix with me, yes, in the back seat doing work....
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