The big hole

This past weekend Sara and I travelled to the Grand Canyon in celebration of dating for four years. Yes. Not a typo. Four. To continue, we left Friday, Jan. 12 at about noon, and what should've been a seven hour drive ended up being nine and a half hours because we encountered a little bit of snow in Arizona, and I feel like most people around there don't know how to drive in snow. As a result we saw no less than five overturned vehicles, including a horse trailer, leaving two extremely freaked out horses in the middle of the road. It took three people to move one horse off the road and to tie them to a fence. After the horse incident the road cleared up for a little while, but about 40 miles from Flagstaff, AZ the snow picked up again, and we were back down to a crawl. Once in Flagstaff there was snow everywhere, on the ground and swirling around us. We finally made it to our hotel in Flagstaff about 10:30 at night. Luckily, despite the late hour and the snowing, we found an open restaurant across the street at Buffalo Wild Wings. So we got some wings and fries and beer to soothe my soul, and then called it a night.

Saturday was the day to visit the Grand Canyon. The streets of Flagstaff were still all snowed over, but we made our way out slowly and surely, and eventually got to the canyon around noon. There isn't any other way to describe the Grand Canyon other than it's a really big hole. It was pretty cold there, so we just walked around for a little while and drove to different parts, then called it a day so we could drive back before dark. Lucky we did cuz back in Flagstaff it was snowing again! We braved the fury and headed to the Olive Garden, where apparently everyone was that night, because we had to wait forever for a table. But it was worth it because after you look at a gigantic hole in the ground all day, you work yourself up an appetite. by the time we finished with dinner, it had snowed 3-4 more inches. It was so good to see snow again. It made me want to live somewhere where it snows every winter. So I will someday, but until then I'll just remember Flagstaff and the wintery wonderland that it was.

Nothing really exciting happened Sunday, except for driving home I ran over a pack of baloons floating across the highway. That was fun. Except for the big popping sound underneath the car. That wasn't fun. Okay, I'm done. I should be fired from blog writing. I need to do some good (writing).