Grand family

We made it!  650 miles and three days later, courtesy of the Grand Canyon Railway, we arrived at the South Rim.

In keeping with his recent observations, the wee man turned to us again (with the Grand Canyon behind him), pointed to the floor and boldly exclaimed "Look at that big rock!".  At least he's trying.

As we waited to board the train from Williams, we were treated to a wild west shoot-out.  Unfortunately the gunshots set the wee man off practically all day.  To make matters worse, our train was hijacked by the same cowboys on our way back to base.  At least he won't be asking for a revolver any time soon.