Our last days in Arizona were spent riding various things. It doesn't get much better than riding things.
First, we drove out the middle of nowhere, and found the big sand dunes. Apparently they move around all the time (as is the nature of sand), so you have to hunt them down.
|It's like looking into a mirror. Twinner Cousins!|
See those little shrubs poking out of the ground? Well, those are actually tree tops. The tops of trees!
|Photo from Auntie Julie :)|
|Jane was not a fan. At all.|
I mean, canyon + bridge =INTENSE ROPE SWING, obviously.
For scale purposes (shot of Cory taken by Auntie Julie):
Guess what? My mom went off the rope swing. I know. I KNOW. There is no stopping her.
Jesse and Tanya went for a leisurely canoe ride. I guess they wanted some time alone.
Yea, we crashed that party real fast. We needed a lift back down the river. 5 (Well, 6 if you count Tanya's baby bump) people in a 2 person canoe. That's how we do.
Finally, we went out to the ranch and rode the horses down Route 66.
Truckers honked at us. We've still got it.
There's my Dad and his older brother, my Uncle Gayle. Just a couple of cowboys at heart. The grew up together, and they had the best adventures. It's so fun to hear them tell you their stories from working on the dairy, or branding cows together back in the day.
We rode down to the Jackrabbit trading post, tied up the horses, and went in for some ice cold lemonade, curtesy of Uncle Gayle. He's the best.
Umm...my ride just got loose??
Don't worry, we got them back.
And that's one way to get your kicks on Route 66. But I'm not sure that's quite what they had in mind.