Always wanted to do this, and we had the opportunity this week during my visit to Phoenix. The temperature got up to 105 degrees, but with the wind and dust blowing across your body, you hardly feel it. I also did my share of screaming. Daughter Taylor was perfectly fine going up 45 degree angles (and down!), even with boulders, cacti, and soft sand in our path.
My brother Jack (the brother formerly known as "Charlie") brought his Pinzgauer, an old Swedish army vehicle, down with him from Flagstaff. Brother Stephen (always known as "Stephen") brought his Jeep and two stepkids.
I loved taking a shower that night.
1 comment:
that looks like FUN!
deb
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