Keep going that'a way and you end up at Roosevelt lake. There's a dirt road on the right side of the river that supposedly goes all the way down to Roosevelt.
That's the old bridge.
Cool rocks down by the river. Shale? Slate?
Another shot up-river. Those damn palm tree's are like weeds in Arizona. We're in the middle of the desert and there's two by the river. I don't think those things are native to Arizona.
Enough sight-seeing. It's time to go home.
Second ski run on Sunday, Kate hurts her hand. I ask her if she wants to go to the hospital, she replies "I paid sixty bucks to ski today! I'm going to ski! It's just a sprain.".
Well...it's a broken bone. The bone that connects your thumb to your wrist is broken. She's tough...skiis with a broken thumb.