We're BAAAAACKKKKK.......

After an almost two-year hiatus and having sold our 2010 2285 Lance travel trailer with the side slideout, we are back big time. Actually a bit smaller and shorter.  Paul lost his mind and bought yet another Lance. An all-new for 2014 Lance 1885 with side slide. And up the road we go bound for the Grand Canyon with our eventual goal a friend's house in Welches, Oregon near Mount Hood.

But first things first.

By now we've all heard about the little perv running for mayor of Gotham. Planes and trains crash killing hundreds of people, wars are being fought but all headlines are about this clown.

 

So our first night out at the Grand Canyon we enjoyed...

 

Anthony Weiners!

 

Now back to the more mundane at just the most beautiful place in the world, the Grand Canyon.

And somewhere, a thousand feet down there, is Paul's brand new, $100 cowboy hat. The wind picked it up and over the rim it went.

 So he went into an expensive gift shop and emerged with a $40 souvenir Grand Canyon cap.

But the hat actually looks better on Daisy and made her look like George Burns in the movie "Oh God".  Good movie if you haven't seen it. And as you might imagine since this whole damn blog is about Daisy you'll be seeing a lot more of her. Our aim as roundabout as it may seem is to get you up and off your lard butts and hit the road to see this incredible country of ours. Whether by car, trailer, or on foot just get out and get going.  Because the time from diapers to Depends is mighty short. There's much to see and do.

 And speaking of incredible things to see, right next to our campsite was this elk eating a tree.

Even more incredible at the El Tovar Lodge at the Grand Canyon is this riparian-regaled Ein-jine with Starbucks in hand about to dance for tourists.

He got so wired on his triple grande mocha java that he wasn't able to dance upright. Starbucks, by the way, is the world's best coffee and yes, the company supplies coffee to the troops. So all you tea-baggin', Fox News viewin' dippity dooz knock off the BS about Howard Schultz hating the military. And did we mention we have 2000 shares of Starbucks?

 

Some of the tourists were laughing about the riparian-regaled Ein-jine doing a rain dance, but twenty minutes later all hell broke loose. Thunder, lightning and 1.6 inches of rain fell in less than an hour. A nearby campground flooded tents, cars, and trailers.

Unfortunately, three tourists were struck by lightning. Two were killed. That's no joke.*

But in Gotham and elsewhere in this great land all the chatter was about Anthony Weiner, covered extensively on Fox News because he's a loud-mouthed Democrat.

 *A ranger told us that when rain hits the rocks along the canyon rim the rocks act as conductors of electricity. Anyone standing on the rim is in the line of fire and a target for lightning. When storm clouds appear, stay away.

 

More rain. And more thunder.

 Daisy (you remember Daisy) is shaking like a leaf and here's Paul covering her ears to block the sound of thunder.

 

Here's that same elk.

And then another elk appeared. Next to us a group of kids from France were told by rangers not to approach the elk which means if you're young and stupid you approach the elk, getting as close as you possibly can. And if lightning won't get you, believe me, an elk with a full rack will flip you twenty feet into the air. Au revoir!

But this is what it's all about. When the clouds clear, enjoying America at her best. Fresh air, cheap wine...

And Daisy eating health food: Fritos.

Here I am with my middle-aged spread doing the dishes while Paul checks out the young, hot French chicks next door. Damn.

And here he is inspecting the dishes to make sure I did a good job. As he says, "There's clean. Then there's Marine clean."  And for you tea-baggin', Fox News-viewin' dip sticks, Paul is an ex-Marine but a bleeding heart life-long liberal.

Camped across the drive from us some new-found friends in a rented RV. They were taking off for Las Vegas and what they didn't recycle they gave to us: olive oil, toilet paper, and BEER.

This was a family of five from Antwerp, Belgium seeing as much of America as they could squeeze into four weeks. So why the hell are you sitting at home reading this when you should be doing the same?

Get an RV. Get up. Get going. It's later than you think. Plus it wouldn't hurt to buy a Starbucks or two or ten along the way. That would certainly help us.

And think about going green. Daisy did. Note her Mohawk.

Speaking of green, for this 2013 road trip, instead of towing the trailer with our gas-guzzling '04 Tundra, we hooked up our new 2013 four-cylinder hybrid Prius and off we went.

Next stop, Mormon country and pies made by hoes. Say what?

BBBS. Bye-bye. Buy Starbucks.