Police Officers Don't Work on Easter

Sunday, March 23, 2008, 10 am (Easter Sunday)
After a quick breakfast at the hotel, we started what was possibly my most untraditional Easter ever. I convinced both Jessica and Adrian to attend church with me at St. Christopher’s Catholic Church. Finding a church in the middle a heavily Mormon area proved to be interesting. A Google Business search of Kanab, UT found about one Christian church for every ten Mormon ones. Mass was uneventful, and finished in just over an hour.

On our drive out of town, I passed a police car and noticed something funny about the passenger seat. A dummy occupied the driver’s seat. I cracked up and told Jessica and Adrian, who did not believe me. We turned around just to be sure, and of course took a few pictures. Due to his amazing mustache, I think I laughed so hard I cried. Shortly after I saw a police car drive by, and I was thankful he wasn’t a few minutes earlier. I think he may have frowned at our blatant disrespect of the Kanab officer of the law. We saw another dummy cop as we entered Arizona. I guess no one wanted to work on Easter Sunday.

We arrived at the Grand Canyon mid-afternoon. We stopped at the first overlook, saw the gigantic canyon and almost collectively went “ehhn, it’s grand, it’s a canyon, I get it, when do we leave?” Maybe that was just me… I was a bit cranky. We stopped at the visitor center to try to plan the next day. Eventually we settled on a hike we could agree on, the South Kaibob Trail. We walked around the rim of the canyon and checked out more of the view points. Eventually, we were all a bit more impressed. It was a little hard to grasp the whole thing. It was almost as if it was so big and overwhelming, that it almost became underwhelming. (Again, I find myself pondering if something can be simply whelming. I’ve never head the word, but spell check says it is spelled correctly.) We enjoyed some great views. Some of the points you can get to have huge drop-offs (the canyon is, after all, a mile deep). While I am not afraid of heights, I have become more and more afraid of Adrian and heights. Apparently I’m not afraid of me plummeting to my death, but watching Adrian get close to the edge makes my stomach churn. I’m learning to just try not to watch and walk ahead.

When we were done, we drove the 80 odd miles to Tuba City, Arizona where we were staying for two nights. Since the hotel messed up our reservation for a single room with two beds, which they had run out of, Adrian managed to get us two separate rooms for a reduced rate. I like having someone around to take care of things like that.