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The Super Bowl I Didn't See

    Hey, everyone. Yet another busy day here in the mountains. We had some heavy rain during the day with creeks overflowing their banks. Then there was a drastic temperature drop around midnight with snow and a low of 26 degrees.
    For all the Angry Birds fans out there, I noticed an article that stated that a Christmas version of the game is coming out in early December. The people who bought the Halloween version will get the Christmas version free. Hard to believe that millions of people, who are not farmers, would get excited over pigs wearing Santa hats. But this is a strange land and we are dedicated to fun.
    With the Super Bowl only a few months away, I thought I'd tell you about the Super Bowl I never saw. I don't mean that I've went to them all; I just watch them on TV. Back in the 80's my family and I were living in Kansas. It was January. I was on a temporary job and I was concerned that I'd have to return to the eastern U.S. before I saw the Grand Canyon. So we took off and made a quick trip to Arizona. We arrived at the rim after dark. It was so cold that my teeth started chattering the minute I got out of the car. That thin desert air is very cold at night. We were tired and starved. We rented a room that overlooked the canyon, then walked next door to the restaurant and had an excellent supper. We ate steaks and baked potatoes with mixed veggies and fresh-baked bread. Then we had some vanilla ice cream for desert. The next day was Sunday, Super Bowl Sunday. We arose and looked out the big picture window at possibly the world's grandest sight. It would be pointless to describe that vista. One feels that it is not real even as you stand there. Incredibly, there were no guard rails at the cliff. Some people were letting their little kids run around the edge of the cliff while the adults chatted casually some distance away. I became a nervous wreck. Later a Park Ranger told us they have several fatalities every year from people who just take the cliff thing a little casually.
    After doing some sight-seeing in the park, we started to drive along the rim toward the Painted Desert and the Utah border. We wanted to go to Monument Valley and see all those cool rock formations. On the way there I heard on the radio that the Washington Redskins were beating somebody(forget who) by about forty points in the Super Bowl.
    It had been a lifetime goal for me to get to see the Grand Canyon. So the most memorable Super Bowl for me was the one that I missed. Because I missed it for an excellent reason. In fact, for a grand reason.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills. 
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