Yosemite, Part III & Arrival in San Jose

The final day in Yosemite, and the arrival in San Jose (more…)

Yosemite, Part II

The second day at Yosemite… (more…)

Yosemite, Part I

The first day at Yosemite National Park (more…)

Death Valley

Leaving Vegas, travels through Death Valley and more…


Bryce, Horses, Zion, Las Vegas

Horseback riding at Bryce, followed by our drive and arrival into Sin City itself. (more…)

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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Grand Canyon and Bryce

A brilliant morning in the Grand Canyon followed by Bryce in the afternoon and evening. (more…)

The Return to San Jose: Day 6

Dad, being the super tourist that he is, insisted on a 4am wake up call for some sunrise shots of the canyon.  Along the morning rim trail, we met Carl form California and Susan from Hamburg, Germany here on a six week holiday.  The sun came out and rewarded the super tourist with some awe inspiring photos.  Nothing wrong with getting up early! Back to the lodge for a family breakfast.  It’s as if they knew we were coming.  Window side dining again.  How lucky can one family be!  We concluded our stay with some rim hiking to walk out points with amazing views.  Thank God for guard rails!!!

On to Bryce Canyon….a mere 2 1/2 hour drive.  All this beauty, in such close range of each other.  We arrive at Bryce Canyon about 3pm.  We check in at the lodge with no confrontations and again settle into another beautiful cabin on the rim.  Of course, being the Feisley’s we head out for a late afternoon hike on the Navajo trail.  The trail was only 1.3 miles round trip, but we descended nearly a thousand feet through the hoodoos.  It’s like being surrounded by hundreds of coral pink sand castles.  While not nearly as vast as the Grand Canyon, Bryce has a more intimate beauty that you can reach out and touch.  The day was beautiful and sunny with billowy whit clouds.  Picture taking was easy for sure.  Dining inside this evening was not even an option.  Way to beautiful to be inside, we purchased some sandwiches and snacks and dined on benches perched on the rim.  The ideal picnic! Sunset comes early out west, so it doesn’t take long to settle in for slumber.  So much beauty and fresh air make for deep sleep.  And don’t forget the Feisley 4am wake up call for sunrise photo ops.  See you tomorrow!!!

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Goodbye Sedona, Hello Grand Canyon

We leave Sedona and head toward the Grand Canyon National Park. (more…)

The Return to San Jose: Day 5

We say our early morning goodbyes to Uncle John and Lonnie and headed out for the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.  A stop at the Cameron Trading Post is an absolute must.  We were traveling through the Navajo Indian Reservation; and if kids in the Ohio Valley say they can’t wait to get out; one can only imagine what the Navajo youth must say about such desolation.

We crossed the Colorado via the Navajo Bridge.  At this point the Colorado River flows through Marble Canyon, a preliminary to the Grand Canyon.  When it was built, the Navajo Bridge was the highest steel arch bridge in the world.  Our route proceeded through the Arizona Strip; so desolated because it is cut off from the rest of the state by the Grand Canyon.

We dropped south from Jacobs Lake to the North Rim at about 4pm.  In the check out line, Mom was accosted by an obnoxious world traveler who seemed to think she had exclusive rights to the North Rim experience.  Glad to get through that, we checked into our cabin, a delightful log structure built in the 1930’s by the WPA. We promptly headed out to check out the view.  There simple are no words or pictures to describe the scene before our eyes.  The main lodge, a stone and log structure was perched right on the rim. As we dined by the 30 foot windows; there is the feeling of sitting right in the canyon.  Without reservations, we still had the best seat in the house.

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