Let's start at the beginning. We left LA on the Southwest Chief for our first overnight train trip, arriving in Flagstaff, Arizona, at 5:00 a.m. Unfortunately, I was unable to get any sleep on the train and Frick did not get much more. We walked from the train station to our dorm with all of our luggage. After checking in, we got about an hour's sleep before we had to get breakfast and get in the vans for our trip to Sedona.
Our guides insisted it was an easy trail for us tenderfoots, but we suspect differently. (By the way, they also insisted it wasn't hot.) No one in the group was able to finish the trail, but some of the younger folk and Frick came very close. Despite the overload on my systems, I was still able to manage most of the trail and, most importantly, make it back out. Our entire group would especially like to thank our guide again for the iced bottles of water at the end of our trail. Throughout most of the day, we were drinking warm water to maintain our hydration levels. Thank you, Malcolm.
Malcolm is a former geography professor at Texas Christian University, worked on the railroad as a young man, and was a helicopter mechanic during World War II - yes, that's right, he served in World War II (Thank you for your service!) and can still wander around in 106° heat for hours and make all of us younger folk look very wimpish. He is truly a excellent example of our "greatest generation."
Quo Vadimus
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