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Friday, August 22, 2003
Time to finally capture our small vacation to Arizona and the Grand Canyon. It was a 4 day trip total. J.T., his mom and I flew out and met up with his brother’s family who drove up from southern California. [Sunday] Our plane took off around 10:30am. We got to the airport early, which was good, so J.T. could get stopped at the security check for trying to pack his Swiss army knife in his carry on. They’re pretty uptight about knives and weapons these days. They escorted him back to baggage check and he checked the bag. And another new pet peeve of mine is taking off the shoes. I don’t mind doing it, but as you’re plopping your bags on the x-ray, there are no signs saying you must, and the dude says “it’s recommended”. I’m sorry, but make me do it or don’t. So you get up to the walk-through x-ray and then the guy on the other side makes you take them off anyway. Make up your mind people. Otherwise, the ride was uneventful. Had to concentrate real hard to not get sick, but that’s typically during landings. The Phoenix airport has lots of hot air currants so it’s particularly bumpy. We rented a Hyundai. I was surprised how many of these cars were on the road. I don’t know what part of Phoenix we were in, but overall there were not many nice cars on the road. It’s after noon now and really heating up. We headed north towards Flagstaff, but stopped at the Anthem outlet mall about a half hour out to grab some food. It’s about a 2 hour drive total through empty terrain. After lunch, it was time for the unplanned adventure. J.T.’s mom was not feeling well, and in fact wasn’t sure if she was having heart attack symptoms. She had an angioplasty about 7 years ago so she has to be careful. We decided it would be better to go back to Phoenix now, rather than something happen in the middle of nowhere. The next several hours were spent in the nearby hospital ER. It was a small adventure to get the this ER, as the 411 information operator tried to send us to an animal hospital. But the 911 operator was kind enough to put us through to the local fire department, which gave us detailed directions and stayed on the phone until we arrived at the hospital – even offered to have a truck go meet us. After some time it was clear she’d be staying the night, so we went to dinner and found an Inn across the street. Dinner at least was great; a local Mexican restaurant called Macayos. Strong margaritas… and cool, cheesy "his and hers" souvenir glasses (Senor Bob and Cha Cha!).
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