Miracle March and the Grand Canyon

The winter of 1991 in So. Cal. was dry, dry, dry. No, I don't mean it in the sense that we have no real winter anyway. I mean, we hadn't gotten any rain at all. That is until Mother Nature decided to take pity on us and open the flood gates that March. It became known as Miracle March. It rained and rained and rained. We had planned a trip to the Grand Canyon for Spring Break.

We set off one morning and drove in a combination of rain and snow the entire way. We even took a wrong road out of Flagstaff Arizona and ended up sliding into a snow bank because the road wasn't plowed. Once we corrected our mistake, we arrived safely and stayed at the Best Western Grand Squire Inn. This is a picture of the kids standing beside the snowman that they built in a vacant lot beside the hotel.




The next morning was bright and sunny and we headed to the Village at the Grand Canyon.



While we were stopped in traffic a deer stuck his head into the car and wanted to eat some of the crackers my son was eating. I think maybe too many people had been feeding them.



The canyon was beautiful with snow. We spent most of the day at the rim or in the Village.





The next two days we spent at some Indian ruins. It was educational for the kids to see how they had lived right in the side of a cliff.



Another place we visited had an old mine. The kids got to play in an old mining car.



We spent 5 days in Arizona. Total cost of the trip was $320.00. Our next vacation is an amazing 3 week trip to several National Parks and Canada.