In early June, the Fure-cat family flew to Las Vegas, rented a car and began a 3,500-mile voyage through various national parks.
We visited Lake Mead one day, followed by the northern rim of the Grand Canyon the next.
Then we journeyed to Zion National Park, the Red Canyon and Bryce Canyon. We were definitely putting in some miles, and just getting warmed up.
So we thought…
At Arches National Park, we read the warning signs, telling us to prepare two quarts of water and some salt, per person. We walked about a mile before thirst kicked in. Strange how you aren’t sweating when it’s 104 degrees (yet, you are), and you need water NOW.
After the Arches we drove to Salt Lake City, where we spent the night. Then it was off to Idaho and Montana, two of seven states I hadn’t visited before. Was nice to see where Evil Knievel tried to jump the Snake River Canyon on his motor-psycho.
We got a distant view of the Grand Tetons as we took the back roads into Montana, where it was snowing (on June 13). After seeing a flashing sign on the side of the road stating YELLOWSTONE CLOSED, we were a bit disappointed, but having an alternative plan was a far better option than our vehicle becoming part of the river, eh?
Major flooding prevented us from going into Wyoming to see Yellowstone, so we headed west toward Butte, then south toward Dillon, then back into Idaho and Utah, and back to Las Vegas, all in one swoop. We arrived at our hotel at 1:45 AM and because our rooms were mistakenly given away, we were given a free upgrade to the penthouse suite. How about that? Another negative turns into a positive.
The next day we rested by putting in 20,000 steps, walking around town, checking out the newer hotels, shops and restaurants.
I figured we had another day of rest before heading home, but my son, Frank, kept prodding me to visit Death Valley National Park in California.
“It’s 120 degrees there. It’ll be great,” he said.
“You must be nuts,” I replied.
Well, being nuts won the prize.
The next day we drove into the pits of hell, stopping at Furnace Creek for a 120 degrees Fahrenheit photo-op. From there we drove to Badwater Basin, where it was even hotter. I jumped out and did a set of Hindu squats, as shown in Combat Conditioning, as well as a few Death Valley Hindu pushups.
What impressed me the most was that even after driving 3,500 miles over a period of days, my flexibility and range of motion were still immediately available. This, I credit to the training I have done over the years, not only from my book, but from the flexibility exercises in Combat Stretching.
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