First of all: No, “Part II” is not intended to imply that you must have already read “Part I” to understand what the hell is going on here. It’s a road trip, not one of the later seasons of Lost.
Second of all: You should read “Part I,” though, really.
So, here’s where we’re at:
When I left off, Kaylen and I had just completed a quick set of 20 squats in our hostel room (gotta get the blood flowing) before heading out to scour the town of Flagstaff for two reasonably priced ponchos. It was all part of the Plan, the infallible, brilliant, and terribly original Plan, as illustrated below.
- Chill a six-pack of Mexican beer.
- Buy ponchos (preferably handmade and sold on some kind of sacred ground by amicable Native Americans… but we were willing to grudgingly compromise on that point).
- Find sombreros or cowboy hats or some alternative variation of headgear that would strike a satisfactory balance between both Mexican and Western styles.
- Borrow/steal my sister’s yellow mariachi guitar (is that a thing? Well that’s what it looks like).
- Perch ourselves precariously atop the southern rim of the Grand Canyon, armed with all of the aforementioned props, and take pictures of our ridiculous selves.
- Tag ourselves in these pictures, share them on our smartphones (presuming there’s 3G service at the Grand Canyon – our plan was highly contingent on there being service) and eagerly await the surging multitude of likes and comments.
Well, let’s just say it didn’t end up playing out quite as we had hoped. But we’ll get there.