One of my best friends, Kathie, is moving to Colorado tomorrow. We have rode together for 5 years now and have logged probable 10,000 miles together. Her quick wit just made those miles just fly by. It's going to be hard to find a replacement. 
I got a Gatorade and Luna Bar for $7.50, too.
We were at almost 7,500' on the South Rim of the GC. We did not expect rain and were not prepared, so we bought these cheapie raincoats at the gas station.
This is the only way I could look over the edge-I really thought I was next to the edge, but apparently not. Being a mile above ground is so spooky. It's really windy and the ground can be loose.
A photo op, that needs no explanation.
On the way home, we diverted to the old mining town of Oatman....talk about secluded; it is located on the original Route 66 and tucked away in the barren hills. This town has one street of their original 1800's buildings, that are hardly up to building code....which makes it more exciting. There are 12 burros that roam/own the streets. The shops sell carrots that we can feed to these friendly beggers.
Michael, Jeff, Tyler and Miss Mary took great care of us.....no detail was left out. We are so fortunate to have this type of suppport. I know the other teams were green with envy.
After each race, we would gather to talk about what happened....eating and drinking the entire time, of course! This was taken at Stage #4, the hilly road race.
Sabine and Michael's kitty had free reign of the RV. Here she is peering out of the screen door. Cute!
As customary, our dinner is followed with a visit to Cold Stone Creamery. Dinner was great, but we're going to miss 
James, Jimmy and me
This is James and his Harley---that I wish he would sell. Fortunately, he does not ride it too often. He's 25 years old.
Sheree' is carrying her cousin, Max. This is her cat, Ariddia, whom we have joint custody of. Until she gets a place that will allow cats, this beauty stays with us. Sheree' is 28. 
