Hole Schmole is what my friend's thirteen year old said when he got to the rim of the Grand Canyon. I on the other hand thought it was a magnificent pain in the neck. You were either sore from staring straight down or you were sore from staring straight up. It was incredible. It is crazy to think Powell and his team rode the entire Grand Canyon in a wooden boat, for 110 days. Two of them didn't have enough and rode on to the Sea of Cortez. Crazy!
My other favorite spot was Montezuma's Well, despite it's proximity to a casino, it was a mystical place. Around the year 1100 Indians dug a canal out of an existing sinkhole. They had a channel of water that ran for a mile. The water stayed 76 degrees year around and provided what the people needed to grow vegetables. We took Tummi Bear along (Chummi's brother) and wouldn't you know that Tummi decided not to leave the mystical well. I hope he found a nice home with one of the kids that was playing up by the water. The well had a feeling of peace and serenity, it had more feel to it than the vortexes of Sedona. I hope one of Chummi and Tummi's siblings might like to venture out in the world, the whole travel thing isn't working out very well.
I made my September quilt, but I don't have the picture loaded yet. It is a view of Sedona, but it doesn't quite look right. I have to use only existing supplies and I own no brown fabric or thread. It looks too green and bright, not the right shades of red, rust and dark brown. I gave Teri a squirrel quilt, but forgot to take a picture. I think she got the only brown fabric I had.
I am off to save us all from the saxophone. Why is it so loud, do they make a sound dampener for the sax? The pets and I got lucky, because Ian was not chosen to play the tuba. I think the triangle is a very nice instrument.