The Return to San Jose: Day 7

Ok…it’s 4am…where’s the sunrise.  Oops… central time, not mountain time and we forgot that sunrise would be an hour later.  We weren’t the only fools out there waiting for mother nature to show us her splendor.  Dad says that taking pictures is like hunting; you set up in what you hope is the perfect location and wait for hopefully perfect conditions.  Mother Nature only graced us with her magic touch but for a brief moment or two for it looked as if a storm could role in.  We have a 8am canyon trail ride scheduled and are hopeful that the weather will cooperate.  Being the trip of a lifetime,  Mother Nature saw fit to shine and so at 7:40am we saddled up on Valentine, Jessica, Hippy and Jake.  Lead by trail guide Beau Hatch we descended rather quickly via a series of switch backs over a thousand feet to the canyon floor.  Mom, being a wee bit fearful of heights, decided it would be ok to open her eyes.  Mom’s mule Hippy and my mule Jessica did not get along at all even though we were instructed to keep our mounts in this order for safety reasons.  Hippy would bite Jessica in the ass and Jessica would kick at Hippy’s nose.  This made for an eventful ride!  The beauty of the canyon was worth any disruptions from the mules…. the sun was out, the sky was blue with fluffy clouds… the perfect backdrop for all the coral hoodoos.  3 1/2 hours later, 100 pictures taken, rumps soar, legs stiff, but smiles on our faces, we ascended from the canyon floor to the rim being careful to keep Hippy and Jessica a safe distance from each other to complete our ride.  Mom let a sigh of relief to back on flat ground.

The car was loaded before the trail ride, so we immediately head out for Zion National Park for a glorious shuttle ride through the canyon floor.  Surrounding us on both sides were nearly 3000 ft tall sand stone cliffs that no camera could capture in such close proximity.  On a side bar, to enter Zion from route 9, you must pass through a winding mile long tunnel.  Quite the drive!

Back in the car and off to Las Vegas, “Sin City”, “The City That Never Sleeps”.  We arrive at 5:30pm and check into New York New York.  Fresh showers for everyone since we started the morning in Bryce Canyon on horse and mule, then road through Zion, and arriving in Vegas feeling the need to freshen up before a night on the town… or not!  The Feisley family is not what one would call Vegas Compatable.  We were accosted every block by card snapping Mexicans advertising naked women in 20 minutes or less.  Will wondered if not delivered on time, would your order be free!!  Sorry to say, we would never find out.  We finally dined at Trevi Resturant in Ceasars Palace followed by a 45 minute quest to exit the casino.  Big surprise…Vegas like was not for the Feisley’s… exausted from our days travel, we finally made our way back to our hotel for a good nights rest.  See you in Death Valley!

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