Uncle Bobby and I have survived 1700 miles and we still like each other. It’s 4AM in Canyon Village, AZ – although my body has no idea what time it is.
We left Venice Beach at 3:30PM, drove to somewhere in the LA suburbs to see a mural painted by my friend Lydiaemily and have now arrived at the Grand Canyon in northern Arizona.
It’s been a weird, fun, once in a lifetime kind of week. And we still have eight more days to go. And although we haven’t run out of things to say, I think we’ve stopped trying to out-gross, out-do and out-wit one another. AND, he thinks I may be more normal than he originally thought. Progress!