So we got up early to go to Petrified National Forest. We were the only ones on the road and probably the first ones to the park…with the exception of the park rangers who probably live in the park.
Neither of us were awake for the first picture.
One thing about being at dry and high elevations (6000 feet) early in the morning is that it gets really cold. We were both shivering for this picture.
The cacti are plentiful in Arizona. I’d never seen cacti before, so we pulled over onto a dirt path on the side of the road to check them out. I kind of dig it.
Only afterwards did I think about the fact that Nicholas didn’t have his AAA memebership reactivated and that if we’d busted a tire driving on those rocky dirt paths on some remote leg of the freeway out of cellphone reception that things would have been mightily inconvenient.
My best bear bud could have been a star. But he blew it.
Holland America has some partnership with Dancing with the Stars to do Dancing with the Stars at Sea, where they teach you a routine and you compete to win.
So we went. And Nick and Pokin learned the foxtrot. They didn’t hurt each other, and were even chosen by the judges to compete.
And then they wussed out.
So I lost my one and only chance to say my best bear bud was a minor celebrity on a cruise. Weak.
Instead we ended up just sitting in the front row to watch the finalists instead.
Not good enough, bear bud. Show some courage next time. I would have danced in a flash if they only had partner dancers my size!
Agung and Martin made me towel buddies every night. How nice. I guess they thought I needed the company since Nick and Pokin LEFT me in the room ALONE every night when they had dinner. Four course meals. Without me. I ate their bedtime pillow chocolates in revenge. That’s right.