as I go gallavanting into the Grand Canyon...

Sarah writes:

11:36 a.m.

We are back from Target.  Q had a meltdown in the bathroom.  He was great and told me he had to pee, so we ran through the store to get to the bathroom and he went, perfect!   But then he wanted to go poo, but couldn't and that is when he lost it.  Not sure why but that was it.  He cried all the way through check-out and the ride home.  And then he went to take a nap.  No lunch, he just put himself to bed.  Poor dude is TIRED.  Otto is out too.  What a start.

I don't know what she did in a past life, but wow.  What am I doing?  Tomorrow I'm flying into the Grand Canyon to meet with the Tribal Leaders of the Havasupai.  They number about 600 people, and ever since a pretty crummy land deal in 1882, have been confined to the canyon floor.  At first it was rough making a living, trying to plant corn on a bed of rock and all, but then they found that PBS viewers would pay all sorts of money to see their waterfalls.  Now tourism pays their bills...but the influx of outsiders has not hurt their culture.  The Havasupai are the last indigenous Americans to all speak their native lanuage, Havasupai. 

Tonight I'm at the Hualapai Lodge in Peach Springs. 

The Hualapai are famous for making tourist testes crawl into their tummies with the Grand Canyon Skywalk. 

Yes, that is glass. 

From my many travels you might ask if I have any advice.  Yes.  Yes, I do. 

Bring drugs. 

Oh, and have fun.  You never know what the next life will bring you.

10:36 p.m.

My eyeballs hurt.  I am going to bed.
Paco is farting.

love you,
Sarah