Because our body clocks weren’t screwed up enough. We decided a 5am alarm call was the best course of action, to jump on day long Hummer trip to see the Hoover Dam, and the Grand Canyon . If only there were a Starbucks open at this time of day to get a coffee and breakfast – oh, there are, three of them (sidebar, scary how many people are still up and going at this time of day).
So, into the Hummer and fully caffeinated and off up to the Hoover Damn
Then it’s another hour or so in the Hummer up into Grand Canyon territory, not going to recount the history here, but the West point where we were is now back in the hands of the Native American Indian tribe, and it’s fair to say they’ve commercialised it. First stop up there was the Skywalk, not a place to be if you have an irrational fear of heights – ie me!
Don’t look down, I mean it, I couldn’t
The Skywalk is as it looks, a glass bottomed walk way over the Canyon, a bloody stupid idea!
Back on the Shuttle bus to the next viewpoint which included lunch (At the Guano Cafe, a lot nicer than what it’s named after – Bat Poop!), we had a lot more freedom to explore and even allowed to take out own photos – thanks!
Remains of the pulley station used to hoist Guano from a cave on the other side
On the night, which seems like a whole different day, was Boys night (and by definition Girls night), but we failed and all ended up in the same place, a Coyote Ugly bar in New York, New York, however the boys went stereotype and hit Gallagher’s Steak restaurant before hand, we achieved the below;
Before and After, a 22oz Porterhouse How Much!
Rounded the night off with a late night dash to Starbucks and Rach scratched a few itches on the roulette back at the MGM, she lost, as did time – 4am seemed a reasonable time to close the day off!