All week I've been hoping someone would ask me what I did over the weekend. (Of course, no one has. Probably because my primary social contact is with three year-olds.) So if you're over the age of three, go ahead. Ask.
Oh, I went to the Grand Canyon.
Okay, okay. Please forgive my inner-braggart. It's just that I've always wanted to be able to say that. It sounds so...well, grand. And up until recently, I thought that despite many world travels, I'd never experienced the Grand Canyon. (My mom actually informed me that I may have visited the park as a very young child, but couldn't remember for sure. Perhaps someone Anonymous can chime in?)
Anyway, back in January we set a family goal to visit the Grand Canyon this year. As October hit, we realized that we'd better hurry up and go if we were going to make it this season. So when the girls got a couple days off of school for fall break, we hopped in the car and discovered the North rim.