We took a circuitous trip to the Grand Canyon. We drove to Montreal, one of our closest airports, had a delicious dinner at Robin Square and heard a choral concert at Place des Artes.

We had a propitious beginning to our journey when someone paid for our coffee at a drive through kiosk. Then our airport shuttle in Montreal was rear ended this morning and Tim was yelling whiplash.

We flew to Phoenix and drove to the East entrance of the Grand Canyon and enjoyed a spectacular sunset.

Now I’m pretty sure Tim’s pack is heavier than mine before we take off for 6 days in the Canyon. Last time my camera died after 2 hours. I hope I have better luck this trip. No use crying.