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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ rafe putting brat!lamb!reader in her place after she makes him leave golf for the millionth time

warnings: MDNI ! 18+ ! dom!rafe (duh), mean!rafe ? kinda, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of a vibrator, use of the nicknames 'baby' and 'rafey', multiple orgasms, overstimulation, language, basically zero plot just smut. wc: 2.1k

a/n: i swear i'll start writing more, i currently have like 5 other fics all either just started or halfway through writing but ill finish them and start posting moreeee also this is my longest fic as of rn and its entirely smut lmfao

you always got your way, and today was no different. rafe and you had been at the country club all day and the instant you got bored of watching your boyfriend and his friends play golf, you whined until rafe obliged and you hopped in his mercedes to head home.

you sat in his car with your arms crossed, the wind whipped your white mini skirt and hair every which way but you ignored it. you were waiting for rafe to apologise for subjecting you to such boredom.

but he wasn't having it either. you always had to stop a game of golf just as it was getting good, but he never disobeyed you, he loved you. he also loved drinking beer and playing golf with his friends though, so today he had enough.

he sat there in the driver's seat, firm expression on his face as he drove the two of you back to his condo, one of his gloved hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

you glanced at the veins bulging out of his forearm as he vigurously steered the car but reminded yourself that he didn't deserve anything fun tonight for putting you through another several hour golf session with no one and nothing to entertain you.

as soon as rafe pulled up to his condo he hopped out and slammed his door shut. you could tell he was really angry now too, but what did he have to be mad for? you were out there for hours upon hours before you'd even began to tell him you wanted to leave.

he rounded the car to the passenger's side and swung the door open. "inside, now." he said gruffly, not even looking at you. his head turned towards the front door. you narrowed your eyes at him, arms still crossed as you sat there, irritated.

"get out of the fucking car brat" he calmly, but sternly said. your jaw weakened and you opened your mouth, only to snap it shut again when he looked at you with his piercing gaze.

you grabbed your little purse and stepped out of the car, stepping out of the way before rafe also slammed your door shut. he didn't bother to wait for you, just stalked into his place leaving you to trudge across the gravel driveway in your kitten heels after him.

you were still irked, for sure, but now rafe was angry. the two of you always made the impression that you had him at your knees, you'd say something and he would listen without question. topper and kelce often laughed at him, calling him 'pussy whipped' and he'd roll his eyes, telling them if they had pussy as good they'd be the same way. he never had a bad word to say about you.

however, behind closed doors... specifically his bedroom door, he was in charge. he could tell you to drop to your knees as he fucked with his belt and you'd have your eyes wide and tongue ready. as soon as the two of you were in his house, you turned into whatever he wanted you to be, tonight was no different.

you closed the front door behind you and turned around to find rafe standing there with his arms crossed, same stern look still on his face. you tilted your head down, attempting to give him the puppydog eyes so he wouldn't be so mad, you hated upsetting him.

he walked over to the couch without a word and sat down, the fireplace crackled in front of him sending a spark of light to illuminate the living room a little more, all of the other lights were off. you took your shoes off and placed your bag down.

"come here." he said before deeply breathing in and out. you walked over to the living room and stood in front of him as he sat there, looking up at you with pursed lips. "yes rafey...?" you said quietly.

"sit" he curtly said, and you immediately obeyed, sitting right on his lap. you swallowed the lump in your throat slowly, looking into his mean blue eyes.

his gloved hand connected with your throat harshly, "you think you can just interrupt my golf games like that, every fuckin' time?" he breathed. you whimpered a little, not because he was scaring you in any way but simply because you could feel his bulge under you rising and he knew how his strong arm around your throat turned you on.

his grip softened a little so you could talk, "i just missed you rafey... i got bored-" you protested, your voice quiet. his other hand quickly grabbed at your hip, squeezing roughly even through the glove.

"you bitched 'nd whined n'front of my friends for the last time baby," he pulled your face closer to his until he was breathing at your neck and he lowered his voice, "you can't be doing that shit, hm?"

you nodded vigorously, one of your manicured hands now gently grabbing the hand that is connected to your throat.

"good" he smiled sinisterly, "but baby, m'gonna have to teach you a lesson yeah? i can't just let that shit slide."

"i'm sorry rafey..." you whimpered, his bulge was twitching right under your now soaked panties, the mini skirt left absolutely no fabric in between.

he pulled your face even closer so your lips were almost touching, "i know, you'll show me how sorry you are" he whispered with a grin before releasing your throat and moving your thigh so you were now straddling him. he swiped his fingers under your skirt against your wet pussy and scoffed with a grin, "fuuck, you wanna be punished don't you? you're already so wet and all i did was tell you off"

you looked away to the side brazenly, nearly rolling your eyes because you both knew that rafe knew exactly what he was doing.

"ay, what was that hmm?" he snapped, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on him. he adjusted himself underneath you like it was nothing, pushing his ranging boner into your wet cunt even more.

you squirmed a little at the feeling, "your hand on my throat? and we both know i can feel your dick..." you declared with a little sigh. one of his eyebrows raised slightly and he cocked his head to the side before ripping his gloves from his hands, all while holding your gaze on him.

"mmm, i know you like being punished," he reached his hand up to cup the side of your face gently, "and you love it when i punish you with my dick. so please baby, don't act all mad."

you nervously licked your lips, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter on top of him, you knew he could feel it too. it would be a miracle if there wasn't a huge wet patch on his pants where your pussy met his dick by now. his hands rested on your hips now, "good girl."

without a word he flipped you over onto your back with a grin, one hand holding you at your waist while the other was already pulling the wet fabric to the side and rubbing your slit slowly.

"rafe.." you said, breathless, you didn't think you could handle being teased for any longer now. he just grinned as he kept torturing your clit and began palming at your tits, your hips starting to buck while he kept going before finally plunging two fingers deep into your pussy.

you whined in pleasure as he pumped them in and out, his pace growing faster and faster while you just got increasingly wetter. he was getting painfully hard at the sweet sound your wet pussy was making as he fingered you. "ugh fuck, rafe please-" you moaned, all he did was smile in satisfaction at how he was making his girl feel.

he finally relented and pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt, but then brought a tie from the floor and grabbed your wrists, tying them together above your head. "punishment's not done baby, i'm still angry with you..." he said lowly, looking at how wet he made you as you dripped down onto the leather couch.

he then reached for the floor again and brought out a vibrator with a smirk. your eyes went wide and you tried to sit up, but he just pushed you back down onto the couch again. "i just want your dick, please rafey" you begged but he just shook his head, still smiling as he switched it on and brought it down to your clit.

you immediately yelped at the sensation and couldn't help but become a moaning mess. rafe was having fun, stroking it up and down your wet folds as he torturously fucked you with a single finger, slowly.

"f-fuck you," you moaned, writhing against his finger and the vibrator, going through possibly your forth or fifth orgasm. rafe just continued to play with your pussy, now using his tongue on you which only made you lose your mind more. he was moving the vibrator across your nipples now, eating you out sloppily like a man starved.

"i hate you, oh god... rafe stop! please" you groaned, your entire body twitching. you had lost count of how many times this man had made you cum at this point, you'd actually lost all sense of thought. he just sat there, still simulating you.

a pornographic moan easily bounced off the walls and rafe grinned up at you proudly, pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain" you beg, tears pecking at your eyes from the overstimulation. rafe just shook his head, watching you cum on his fingers again, "what're you talkin' about baby? you can clearly keep going..."

"rafe! fuck- please just fuck me" you whined, your body tensing up, awaiting yet another orgasm when he finally tears the vibrator away from your swollen clit.

he scoffs at the sight of you, all fucked out and heaving, "okay." he unties your hands and pulls you to sit you up, you nearly go limp and fold over but he holds you up, cupping your face. you were stained with tears but he thought he'd never seen you look so sexy, in an instant his lips were connected with yours.

he was hungrily kissing you, finally pulling your bunched up clothes off of you and palming at every part of your body, just completely feeling you up which only made your pussy ache again. you pulled his shirt off of him and continued kissing him, now pushing his back down onto the couch as you devoured him under you.

his hands slid off of your body and onto his pants as he started pulling them off. now in his boxers you couldn't help but mischievously smile, straddling him as you continued to kiss him but rutting against his aching bulge. you thought he must be in so much pain, having been completely clothed and untouched for the entire duration of your punishment.

he groaned as you grinded against him and gripped at your hips so ferociously you knew you'd have bruises there in the morining, but you kept going. he parted from your lips and pulled his cock out of his boxers, the tip all red and swollen, leaking precum. you licked your lips as you measured his huge dick against your stomach, it very clearly going to the top of your belly button.

you wasted no time in lowering yourself onto him. the feeling of him slipping into your tight pussy nearly caused him to cum right there and then but he held back.

"holy fuck... holy fuck y/n." he breathed deep, furrowing his brows as he grunted with every minor move until he was entirely inside you to the hilt. you began rocking back and forth and his body was shaking from the amount of force it took to hold back cumming inside your tight pussy immediately.

you moaned as you moved, "so big, god, so so big."

"fuck- baby... ah shit, m'gonna cum-" he grunted, his grip on your hips tightening. you grinned mischievously as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to handle the pleasure. "cum inside me rafey" you whispered, leaning down in his ear. he immediately obeyed, thick hot ropes of cum filled your insides as you continued to rock back and forth. feeling his entire cock drained by your pussy made his head spin, he was moaning louder than he had before, breathing heavily.

you whined in pleasure as you rode him through your final orgasm as well, crumpling on top of him.

"good girl" he grinned, panting as he tucked stray hair behind your ear.

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Your brand is your business birthmark: it’s how you can differentiate yourself over anyone else, build deep connections with your audience, grow your community, and quickly become a credible authority figure in your space. The problem is, there’s a lot of noise saturating the market right now… and very few people are doing branding right.

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Swan has built several multi 7-figure businesses, and has spent the last 12 years traveling the world full-time with her daughter and husband.

What’s most impressive about Swan is her tenacity to help women step into their power and go after their dreams. All of this started with a vision she had to raise her daughter and never put her in daycare.

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Swan: I was born in Detroit, Michigan to a naive 19-year-old mom and an unreliable 20-year-old father who used me and my mom as decoys to steal and cover up his drug addiction and derelict ways. My turbulent childhood was peppered with moving houses, car accidents, and jail visits.

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Da Costa: What was your journey from corporate executive to multi seven-figure online business owner?

Swan: I used to lay in bed at night and visualize being hired by a big corporation, with a corner office and a high profile position, in search of the “American Dream” that I had been programmed to want. I didn’t know it then, but this was another thing I wanted to win so I could prove that I was worthy.

My first job post-MBA was at one of the largest Pharma corporations in the world, where I was responsible for over ½ a million in advertising and sales campaigns each quarter. I thought it was a dream come true, until one Monday morning when a meeting with my boss Jane turned my life around. 

Jane was the impeccably groomed top executive that I dreamed of becoming one day. We all know this woman: her hair and nails were always done, and her bag matched her shoes perfectly.

Ten minutes into the meeting, an employee tried to quietly enter through the back. “You’re LATE”, Jane startled us as she yelled across the room.

“I’m sorry Jane, but I just returned from maternity leave and had to drop my 6-week-old baby off at daycare, it was a difficult morning.” The woman apologized, but Jane wanted nothing to do with it.

“If you want to keep your job, you’ll never be late again.”

Something inside me snapped — I realized that if I wanted to be a mother one day, I couldn’t have someone else raise my child just so I could fulfill my need for success. 

That day, I made a vow to replace my income and never put my child in daycare. 

Three months later, I’d left my 6-figure corporate position with a vision to build a business. I maxed out every credit card and poured $24,700 into a direct sales company where I could license and sell personal development programs and build my brand along the way.

I thought this was my ticket out. 

I went hard with my vision to create a new life that would allow me to work from home and raise a child. I called 3,000 leads in those first 3 months and never made a sale. I was devastated and started to second guess my decision to leave corporate. After experiencing so much success, I didn’t expect running my own company would be so difficult.

One day, my mentor told me to stop putting dollar signs on people’s foreheads and see them as people with lives that I could help. I broke through, closed that month with $37,000, replaced my income, and retired my husband within the first year. We grossed over 1 million in sales for the next three years.

“I realized that if I wanted to be a mother one day, I couldn’t have someone else raise my child … [+] just so I could fulfill my need for success.”

Mirza Nurman & Ryerson Anselmo

Da Costa: What were the biggest challenges you faced?

Swan: I’d love to say it was all sunshine and roses after that, but three years into building our company, we decided to invest all our savings into a large golf course development project and lost everything the day that my daughter was born.

At the time, we were living in a ritzy California community of high-profile people like Deepak Chopra and Frank Kern, with two Mercedes in the driveway and not enough in our bank account to buy a $5 burrito. I was heartbroken and distraught: bringing a child into this world without having worries and fear around money was everything we’d worked for.

It took this huge loss for us to realize that our bank accounts didn’t make us better parents. Having nothing got us very clear on who we were and the values we held. We could have easily gone back to corporate to rebuild but instead, we stayed true to our desire to give our child the best quality of love and support.

We made the decision to sell everything and leave the USA to travel. We left with exactly $12,682.62 to our names with a vision and a vow to show the world that you don’t need to have a lot of money in the bank to be good parents, make a difference, and rebuild your life. 

It’s been 12 years since we left San Diego, and we’ve lived in 50+ countries and 6 continents while building multiple 7-figure empires. My company, The Unstoppable Branding Agency, is my way to live out my purpose by being the best role model to my daughter and showing other women that when they unleash their voice, they can build a 6 & 7 figure legacy brand. We’ve helped companies, small business owners, executives, and CEOs develop a clear, strong, and “sexy” brand image, message, and media strategy to amplify their brand.

“Get real with your values and what truly matters to you. Your story is the foundation for your … [+] brand.”

Mirza Nurman & Ryerson Anselmo

Da Costa: What advice would you give to women who are looking to grow their own successful online businesses?

Don’t try to make it as hard as I did! I grinded so hard and put pressure on myself to prove my worth, which was exhausting. There’s better ways to reach similar levels of success.

First, connect with who you are and identify what part of your past may be holding you back from greatness. Look in the mirror and tell yourself how valuable you are. If the person in the mirror doesn’t agree with what you say, then work on those parts. Personal development changed who I was from the inside out. 

Second, get real with your values and what truly matters to you. Your story is the foundation for your brand: so get clear on what your bigger “why” is (mine was to be a present mother for my daughter), and how you can use your gifts to make someone’s life easier.

Third, turn your knowledge into products and services you can sell. The world has changed so much and social media allows us to connect and touch others’ lives with our gifts through content. Today, you can productize your knowledge by creating a course and sell it to anyone in the world.

My mission is to show women that if they have a dream or vision, they can make it happen. You just have to create a plan, believe in yourself, and take the first step. If you’re going to create a brand, create a sexy brand, and if you’re going to be anything… be unstoppable!

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2020 Range Rover Evoque First Edition P250 First Test: Can Lightning Strike Twice?

The first-generation Evoque not only democratized a brand once almost exclusively defined by its associations with royalty and the rich, but also made it OK to drive a Range Rover that never put a wheel off the road. The Evoque’s high-style sheetmetal was designed to nudge the brand away from a relentless focus on off-road capability and toward a flirtation with fashion. And it worked: With about 800,000 sold since 2011, the original Evoque became by far the most successful vehicle ever from the automaker that created the luxury SUV genre. The redesigned 2020 Range Rover Evoque has big shoes to fill.

The second-generation Evoque’s exterior is a smoother, sleeker, more reductive take on the original’s pert proportions. And the coolly minimalist interior looks and feels much more haute couture, unambiguously sharing both design cues and technologies with bigger, more expensive Range Rovers. The 2020 Evoque is also the first to use JLR’s Premium Transverse Architecture (PTA), a mixed-metal platform constructed of regular and high-strength steel, aluminum, and magnesium that’s been designed to package 48-volt mild hybrid and plug-in hybrid powertrains.

The wheelbase is 0.8 inch longer, but shorter overhangs mean the overall length is unchanged. The MacPherson strut front suspension is attached to a die-cast aluminum subframe and features hollow cast front knuckles and fluid-filled bushings to reduce high-speed vibration. At the rear is a multilink suspension shared with the bigger Velar. More compact and sophisticated than the current Evoque’s setup, it has allowed the rear load area to grow by 6 percent—big enough to hold two golf bags—while improving ride and reducing transmitted road noise.

On paper, JLR has ticked all the boxes. On the road, however, the new Evoque doesn’t quite deliver on expectations. The 2020 Evoque First Edition P250 is a case in point.

“First Edition” denotes a marketing package that brings together features and equipment JLR expects many early adopters will order. In the case of the 2020 Evoque, that means privacy glass, LED headlights, 20-inch alloy wheels with a sparkling diamond turned finish, and a panoramic roof with contrasting black paint. Inside are 14-way heated front seats with memory trimmed in black and gray leather, plus an electrically adjustable steering column and Meridian audio system. All for $57,845.

You’d have to spend just over $60,000 to get a top-of-the-range Evoque R-Dynamic HSE with the same hardware. A good deal, then? Not exactly.

The First Edition P250 is, for all intents and purposes, an R-Dynamic HSE with one important difference: That P250 badge means it’s powered by the 248-hp, 269-lb-ft version of JLR’s 2.0-liter Ingenium turbo-four. All other R-Dynamic Evoques, even the entry-level S, which is priced from $47,595 and has the same copper-accented body kit as the First Edition, are P300s, powered by the 48-volt mild hybrid variant of the same engine that pumps out 296 hp and 295 lb-ft of torque.

The P250 powerplant doesn’t endow the 4,300-pound First Edition with stellar performance. Although it revs happily enough to 6,500 rpm, throttle response below 2,500 rpm is slightly doughy, which means you have to keep it spinning for optimum response, especially in fast-moving freeway traffic. On a winding two-lane, you’ll need the shifter flicked into Sport mode and will have to fan the paddles to keep the Evoque hustling along.

Acceleration from 0 to 60 mph took 9.0 seconds in our testing, with the quarter mile covered in 16.8 seconds at 81.3 mph. That’s performance about on par with, er … a Subaru Crosstrek. Mind you, the P300 powertrain, which includes a 14.7-hp belt-integrated starter-generator, is no rocket ship, either. More power and torque might shave nine-tenths of a second off the P250’s 0–60 time, but even so, an R-Dynamic HSE Evoque takes 1.8 seconds longer to get there than a Mercedes-Benz GLC 300.

And it’s not just the powertrain that makes the Evoque feel a little leaden: The steering, though accurate, doesn’t give quite the same feedback as it does in the old model, a characteristic not helped by the inertia of the bulky steering wheel, which looks to have been lifted straight from the bigger Velar. On the plus side, the nine-speed automatic transmission feels smoother and more refined than in the previous model, and the brake pedal, while still a little soft, requires less travel to spur the four-wheel disc brakes into action. The chassis is pretty well balanced for a vehicle built on a front-drive architecture and with 59 percent of its weight on the front axle.

Although the stiffer body structure, new front subframe, and new rear axle means less noise and more refinement than before, the new Evoque’s on-road ride and handling is still on the firm and sporty side. A little too firm and too sporty, perhaps, especially given the powertrain’s languid personality; it would be nice to have a baby Range Rover with the plush, measured ride quality that once distinguished the brand from every other SUV on the market. Our tester was fitted with the optional Adaptive Dynamics and Configurable Dynamics systems ($1,070 in total), but even in Comfort settings it rode more like a hot hatch than a premium SUV, the low-profile 20-inch tires thwacking over manhole covers and road acne.

Not that many First Edition buyers will care to find out, but with 8.3 inches of ground clearance and 19.5-degree approach and 30.6-degree departure angles, the Evoque will confidently go further into the boonies than its rivals. And it can wade through pools of water up to 23.6 inches deep. Land Rover’s excellent Terrain Response 2 system, which rapidly optimizes the driveline to the conditions, plus All Terrain Progress Control, Hill Descent Control, and Low Traction Launch Control, are all standard equipment across the Evoque lineup.

Like its predecessor, the 2020 Range Rover Evoque looks, inside and out, as if it’s been driven straight out of the design studio and onto your local Land Rover dealer’s lot. It is, simply, a tremendously sophisticated piece of design, visually the best-executed compact SUV built on a front-drive vehicle architecture. But as an overall package it doesn’t move the needle like the original.

It looks more grown up, but the 2020 Evoque doesn’t feel more grown up. It needs more power, a more luxurious ride, and better fuel efficiency (the EPA numbers for the P250 powered Evoque—20/27/23 mpg city/highway/combined—are worse than those for the Audi Q5, BMW X3, and Mercedes-Benz GLC 300 with 2.0-liter turbo engines). And, as our experience during SUV of the Year testing last year showed, the infotainment system can still be buggier than a warm night in Tampa.

The 2020 Range Rover Evoque First Edition P250 has the style. It just needs the substance to match.

2020 Land Rover Range Rover Evoque P250 (First Edition) BASE PRICE $57,845 PRICE AS TESTED $59,215 VEHICLE LAYOUT Front-engine, AWD, 5-pass, 4-door SUV ENGINE 2.0L/246-hp/269-lb-ft turbo DOHC 16-valve I-4 TRANSMISSION 9-speed automatic CURB WEIGHT (F/R DIST) 4,300 lb (59/41%) WHEELBASE 105.6 in LENGTH x WIDTH x HEIGHT 172.1 x 75.0 x 64.9 in 0-60 MPH 9.0 sec QUARTER MILE 16.8 sec @ 81.3 mph BRAKING, 60-0 MPH 129 ft LATERAL ACCELERATION 0.77 g (avg) MT FIGURE EIGHT 28.5 sec @ 0.62 g (avg) EPA CITY/HWY/COMB FUEL ECON 20/27/23 mpg ENERGY CONS, CITY/HWY 169/125 kW-hrs/100 miles CO2 EMISSIONS, COMB 0.86 lb/mile

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10 TO WATCH : MAYOR’S EDITION 81919

RICK HORROW’S TOP 10 SPORTS/BIZ/TECH/PHILANTHROPY ISSUES FOR THE WEEK OF AUGUST 19 : MAYOR’S EDITION

with Jacob Aere

Jay-Z and the NFL partner on entertainment content and social activism. The NFL is partnering with Jay-Z in a deal that "will put him in charge of managing some entertainment options for the league and will tie into the sport's social justice endeavors," according to the Washington Post and other sources. Jay-Z’s Roc Nation agency will become a co-producer of the Super Bowl halftime show, but the deal "does not contain a provision for him to be the halftime performer." Roc Nation "will choose entertainers who will perform in NFL content throughout the season." Jay-Z said that he "believes that Roc Nation will have the freedom" to produce the "kind of entertainment that it wants." The community activism portion of the partnership "will be tied into the NFL’s existing 'Inspire Change' program with its players.” While Jay-Z faced many questions surrounding his alignment with the NFL while Colin Kaepernick – who Carter has supported quite vocally – remains unemployed, as Carter rightly pointed out, his involvement will likely direct a lot more money to social justice issues. This is a huge win for the NFL, and the potentially positive impact of Jay-Z being willing to join forces with the league — especially now — cannot be overstated.

The LPGA and Group1001 announce a new official LPGA Tour event coming to Boca Raton, Florida in January, 2020. The first edition of the Gainbridge LPGA at Boca Rio will be held January 20-26 at Boca Rio Golf Club. The event will feature a 108-player field competing for a $2 million purse over 72 holes of stroke play. Boca Rio Golf Club, founded in 1967 and designed by Robert von Hagge, is situated four miles from the Atlantic Ocean on 200 acres of native Florida wilderness with no developed real estate. “We are thrilled to support women’s professional golf and to provide a platform for the sport’s best to compete and showcase their talents,” said Dan Towriss, Group1001 CEO. The new event will be one of two LPGA Tour tournaments held in Florida in January. The year will kick off with the Diamond Resorts Tournament of Champions January 15-19 in Lake Buena Vista, one week prior to the Gainbridge LPGA at Boca Rio.

With television revenue rolling in, Power 5 schools are engaged in a new kind of arms race, paying significantly more money than ever before to coaches in so-called non-revenue sports. USA Today examined how much money each Power 5 public school paid its head coaches in 23 sports other than football and men's and women's basketball 2013-2018. In that five-year span, total compensation for those coaches grew 43%, almost the same rate of increase as that of football coaches (51%). In 2005, D-I schools spent more on scholarships than on coaches and administrative pay. Since then, the latter have pulled ahead. In 2005, $736 million was spent on scholarships, $721 million on coaches’ pay, and $686 million on administrative pay. By 2018, $1.92 billion was going to coaches’ pay, $1.72 billion to administrative pay, and $1.7 billion to athlete scholarships. That “compensation for coaches in lower-profile, money-losing sports has been growing at a similar rate to football raises red flags for some athletics directors worried about budget crunches.” It also raises red flags for NCAA critics, who look at skyrocketing salaries in non-revenue sports alongside unpaid student-athletes and see a broken system.

The completion of a $315 million renovation has transformed the 96-year-old Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum from "ravaged to ravishing," according to the Los Angeles Times. The "wide concourse and new concession stands are welcome, and the views from the 1923 Club on the rooftop are dazzling." Every fan will "benefit from enhancements made during the two-year process." Every seat in the stadium is "new and wider and is equipped with a cupholder." Capacity will be 77,500, down from 92,348. Signs on the tunnels were "added to help fans find newly numbered seats, and new video boards and more than 600 TV screens will make it easy to follow games." There will be "more concession stands and the restrooms will continue to undergo improvement during the season." The Times noted 21 of 22 suites at the Coliseum have been sold at prices that ranged from $7.5-10 million with a "commitment of 20 years.” The renovated building will be a much more desirable destination for Trojans fans for years to come, and for Rams fans in their final season before the new Los Angeles Stadium at Hollywood Park opens next year.

It’s back to school time, and in Washington DC, Monumental and EVERFI support STEM. As students across the nation are returning to the classroom, Monumental Sports & Entertainment Founder and Chairman Ted Leonsis is "spearheading a multipronged effort to improve schools and fuel economic growth in the impoverished neighborhoods" around Entertainment & Sports Arena in DC's Ward 8. According to the Washington Times, the initiative, called "Forward8," includes "pushing for the expansion of advanced science, technology, engineering and mathematics" programs in DC schools. Monumental’s Beltway neighbor, education technology leader EVERFI, is likewise proactive in community engagement, empowering more teachers, citizens, and students to get involved with game-based, incentive driven online education that fosters greater comprehension, retention, and behavior change. By bringing together the public and private sectors to change the way education is delivered, EVERFI is equipping today’s learners across the nation with the skills they need to become tomorrow’s leaders, while Monumental is leading the way toward helping improve education, the workforce of tomorrow, and the community in their own backyard.

Formula One has recorded a modest year-on-year rise in revenues for the second financial quarter of 2019, going from $585 million in 2018 to $620 million in its latest financial filing. Operating income rose from $14 million to $26 million over the same period, according to SportsPro. The global motor sport series’ ten teams also saw an increase in their combined payments between April and June from $307 million to $335 million, with the figure directly linked to the overall revenue increase. Formula One’s owners Liberty Media in a statement further explained the overall change in revenues: “Broadcast revenue increased primarily due to contractual rate increases. Advertising and sponsorship revenue increased due to revenue from new sponsorship agreements entered into beginning in the second half of 2018. Other Formula One revenue decreased in the second quarter primarily due to the mix of races, which resulted in lower TV production and Paddock Club revenue.” Formula One CEO Chase Carey also told investors that Liberty Media is making "good headway" in its moves to add a second race in the U.S. Miami and Las Vegas remain the two potential landing cities.

Nike launches first shoe subscription service, two years in the making. According to Fast Company, the retail giant launched the Nike Adventure Club, which sends a pair of Nike or Converse kicks to kids at regular intervals. Club members can receive them on a monthly, bimonthly, or quarterly basis. Each pair of shoes works out to $50-$60 a pair — which puts the service on the higher end of the kids’ sneaker market. What’s more, when a child grows out of a pair or they get worn out, you can send shoes back — either in the Adventure Club box or by requesting a prepaid shoe bag — to the company, and even include non-Nike shoes you want to get rid of. If a shoe is in good condition, Nike will donate it to a nonprofit. But if it has reached the end of its life, Nike will recycle it through its Grind program, which breaks down athletic footwear to turn it into other products, including running tracks and playgrounds. Because of this, Nike is pitching the program as a way to make kid’s shoes sustainable.

Louisiana state commission approves bond sale for Superdome upgrades. Louisiana's State Bond Commission has given the Mercedes-Benz Superdome's governing body the "go-ahead" to sell up to $350 million in bonds to "fund its stadium upgrade project," according to the New Orleans Times-Picayune. The approval is a "major step" for the venue's $450 million makeover. It comes after committee members quizzed Saints President Dennis Lauscha and SMG Executive Vice President of Stadiums and Arenas Doug Thornton about "why the spending was needed and how much the state of Louisiana would have to contribute." Thornton said that they "had studied alternatives for more than two years, including various renovations as well as building an entirely new stadium." Even though the Superdome received $336 million worth of upgrades in the wake of Hurricane Katrina and before it hosted Super Bowl XLVII in 2013, the new upgrades are needed to keep the building competitive based on NFL benchmarks and new stadiums nationwide competing for Super Bowls and other mega events. By 2025, the end of the Saints' current lease, the Superdome is projected to have a total fiscal impact of $19.9 billion.

The Cleveland Browns open up training camp and help puppies find homes. According to The Athletic, more and more NFL teams are limiting public access to training camp, but the Browns are doing the opposite. The team has expanded camp over the past few years to make it more fan- and family-friendly and has added several sets of large bleachers, food trucks and beer stands, and games for kids and teens. The highlight of the training camp is Browns Puppy Pound, which adopts out puppies from the Northeast Ohio SPCA during every open practice. More than 110 dogs have been adopted thus far in training camp this year and more than 450 puppies have been adopted through the partnership since the Puppy Pound debuted in 2015. By bringing the dogs to a place where people are happy to be going, the Browns have helped nearly 500 dogs find homes.

The annual Gagne-Bergeron Pro-Am raised over $450,000 for children’s charities in the Boston area.  The event took place on August 8 and featured 10,000 fans in attendance to watch the annual charity hockey game. Now in its 11th year, the event has funneled $2 million to charity since its inception. Notable names who participated in this year’s event includes Paul Stansy as a representative of Golden Knights on the ice. According to Le Journal de Quebec, Philippe Boucher Foundation, the Maurice Tanguay Foundation and the Simple Plan Foundation will benefit from the money raised at the event which included the participation of 21 NHL players and other amateur players at the Videotron Center in Quebec. Hockey is a close-knit community and by bringing together notable names in the off-season, fans stay engaged with players while also helping those in need.

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A Grand Canyon HIKING ADVENTURE to FALL for, Phoenix & Supai AZ, 5/11/18 – 5/16/18

Webster’s Dictionary gives us the following definitions:

HIKING - to take a long walk especially for pleasure or exercise

ADVENTURE - an exciting or dangerous experience

1a. FALL (for) – to feel a strong attraction for  

1b. FALL - to come or go down suddenly from a standing position

So basically, if we combine them, Webster’s definition of our trip would be either:

Jake takes a long walk for pleasure in an exciting and dangerous environment that causes him to feel a strong attraction for the Grand Canyon.

Or

Jake takes a long walk for pleasure in an exciting and dangerous Grand Canyon that causes him to suddenly go down from a standing position.

Both are equally true descriptions of our hike into the Grand Canyon.   There is no doubt, this adventure into the middle of the desert was well worth the battle scars it left me.

Prologue

On our Arizona trip in March of 2017, Dyan got the idea she wanted to hike into Havasu Falls.  Of course she did.  Let’s tackle the most remote area of the United States for our first big hike…  I agreed because it sounded like fun.  Never in a million years did I think we’d actually follow through with it…

A few months later.  Dyan brought it up again.  We watched YouTube  videos and scoured Instagram.  There is this familiar feeling I get when I know Dyan is about to impulsively do something.  I was getting that feeling.  I was still uneasy about this whole thing.  There seemed to be many obstacles that were working against us.  Permits were difficult to obtain.  We didn’t have all the necessary gear required to backpack into the wildness for 3 days.  We didn’t have the experience of overnight backpacking.  With us being out of state, the convenience factor was a big challenge – we would need to fly our newly purchased gear to AZ and then worry about transportation to/from the trailhead.  And I wasn’t all that intrigued at the idea of hiking into uncharted territory with 80lbs of crap on my back.  For every cold shower I dropped on the idea, Dyan countered with a remarkable picture of the majestic falls.  It’s so beautiful, we would both say to each other, like a broken record. Dyan continued to rabbit-hole here and there, as she conjured up the perfect plan

And in the fall, it got real.  Really real.  Dyan was hook, line and sinker on Havasu Falls.  I was excited, but still skeptical.  Then, she calmed my nerves when she found a guide company named Wildland Trekking.  This company offered full service all-inclusive hikes in-to and out-of Havasu Falls, along with dozens of other places across the globe.  Wildland had a glowing record on TripAdvisor and each review gave a gushing recount of how spectacular the guides made the trip.  Based on the services they offer, they are the premier guide in the region.  They would take care of our permits, supply all necessary gear, prepare every meal and take care of roundtrip transportation to/from Flagstaff.  Game changer.

In February of 2018, we made our first deposit on the trip and booked our airfare.  We were going to Havasu Falls.

May 11, 2018

We caught the early flight into Phoenix, departing Minny at 7AM.  It was a super nice flight once we finally got out of the thunderstorms over Minnesota and South Dakota.

We arrived, got baggage, then hurried over to the rental car facility.  We had never rented with Sixt before, so I was not sure what to expect.  I had found a good deal on a pre-paid CLA and was pumped to drive a Mercedes for the first time.  Sixt’s check-in process was a bit confusing  as there is a large orange Sixt sign taking you into the car-pickup garage.  Only problem is, by following that sign, you skip the reservation counter.  So I backtracked.  Luckily, there was nobody in line, so the process went quickly.  However, there was an issue with the car we reserved.  The gal who checked in just before me got the last Mercedes CLA.  My only option in a lesser class was a Mercedes station wagon.  Or, for an extra $105, they would put me in a cool Volvo XC-60 SUV.  The SUV was more our style!

It was only 10AM by the time we were on the road heading north.  Our only commitment for the day was meeting our trekking group for the orientation at 5PM in Flagstaff.  We had the entire day to do whatever we wanted.   As we wandered north on I-17, the traffic was heavy stopping several time for no apparent reason.  Must be Phoenix folks heading north for the weekend?  As we neared Sedona, we noticed sign for Cliff Castle Casino.  Dyan won big at this casino last year.  I sensed a pit stop.

We treaded water on the new Buffalo Stampede machines for 30 minutes.  I finally told Dyan we need to find the old Buffalo machines.  We found a bank of them in a dark corner.  Within 5 minutes of playing, I hit the free spin bonus.  Then a retrigger.  Another retrigger.  By the 6th retrigger it was getting obscene.  I ended up getting about 60 free spins which gave us a cool $183 of vacation spending money!

We continued north, with a quick pit stop in beautiful Sedona.

It was hot, in the 90’s and the wind was blowing like a hurricane.  We decided to grab duck and pork street tacos at 89Agave.  We started out sitting on the patio, but the wind was blowing the chips off the table.  We finished lunch inside.  This restaurant had been so good on our last trip.  The tacos didn’t live up to our previous experience, so we’ll probably find a new restaurant to eat at next time we are in town.  

We arrived in Flagstaff around 2, and got some errands taken care of like REI for water bladders and Walmart for snacks.  Then we checked into Flagstaff’s finest, Motel 6!  Anybody who knows me knows that I like nice hotels at bargain rates.  But when we were looking for a single night stay in Flagstaff, all the nicer hotels were running $350-$450 per night.  Seriously?  No thanks.   We later found out that it was Northern Arizona University’s graduation weekend, so hotels were charging a big premium.  We were planning to check out of the hotel at 4AM, so spending that kind of money for a few hours of sleep was not something that interested me.  The Motel 6 was only $125.  Sold.

Our group orientation was at 5PM.  Dyan and I were a little nervous going into this meeting.  Not sure why?  We were about to meet our friends for the next three days.  The people we would hike, eat, sleep and laugh with.  All we wanted to do was fit in with the group.  Shortly before 5:00, we walked into the Little America Hotel for our orientation.

Enter Nick London and Michael Remke into our lives.  Nick greeted us at the door with a big smile and a warm welcome into the ball room where Michael and the rest of the group was seated.  There was six couples.  We went around the circle doing introductions and favorite ice cream flavors.  

First up was Susanne & Mark, from up in the hills of Colorado.  Susanne is an athlete in every sense of the word, competing in triathlons and hikes with her kids  while Mark cheers them on from the golf course.  They were absolutely good stuff.   When they were registering for this hike, Susanne sent the application to Mark and he listed every possible medical complication he could come up with (even being born c-section) in an effort to be deemed unfit to participate in the hike!  Hilarious.

Next up was Amy and her mom Debra.  They were coming from a chilly climate similar to ours being from Niagara Falls, Ontario.  Debra wanted to do a big hike, and her daughter, who is a nurse, was the only one who would volunteer to go.  We’d later find that Amy had recently returned from a backpack excursion to Machu Picchu!  A destination on Dyan’s bucket list.

Ty and Christina live in the Houston area.  They vlog, travel and stay busy with their numerous puppies and dance competition company, Streetz.   Ty and Christina had some remarkable travel stories as well as a planned trip that sounds absolutely amazing – The Giraffe Manor in Kenya.  Jealous.

Whitney and Justin, from Wichita, Kansas, almost weren’t in our group due to reservation mix up with the 4-day hike.  But we are so glad they found their way into our group and did the hike with us.

The second mother daughter combo of our group was Kassandra and Bella.  While they could not be at the orientation, we later found out they came in from Long Island New York.

Michael, a jack of all trades seemed to have done everything at least once in his life.  A PhD candidate, accomplished photographer, avid mountain biker, storm chasing (I think he said he did this?) and wildland fire safety are just a few of the things he balances when he is not guiding hikes into the Grand Canyon.

And last was Nick.  A native of Boise, ID, he roamed God’s country, sometimes in Alaska, sometimes in Arizona and lot’s of time in Yellowstone.  Living out of their truck, his girlfriend and him travel beautiful country and make a living doing what the rest of us do for vacation.  I like to think I am living the dream. But the truth is, I am just making a living to live out a 3 day dream in the Grand Canyon.

My favorite part of the orientation was the discussion around food and snacks.  Everyone got a chuckle out of Nick’s spiel about snacks and being able to trust their guides!   Michael and Nick had bought tons of snacks for everybody to pick from which was awesome, except for Dyan and I had just bought way too many snacks of our own at Walmart.  After the meeting, we joked about starting a snack black market in the campground since we had an insane amount of snacks.

After the trip details were discussed, we did a quick day pack fitting.  The packs were brought back to our hotels so that we could stuff them with the things we wanted for our hike – water, camera, hat, sunglasses, jacket, water shoes and swimsuit.  All of our other clothes, food/coolers, sleeping bags, tents, etc would be hauled down to the campsite on mules.

At the conclusion of the meeting, we were told to meet back at the Little America Hotel at 4:45AM.  From there we’d all hop in the van and take off for the Grand Canyon.

From our dingy hotel room that night, we finished last minute preparations for the hike and got all the cameras charged – the GoPro, Cannon and Nikon.  I even shaved my beard for the big adventure!

May 12, 2018

Four o’clock came early, and when we were moving our luggage out to the car, the chill in the air hit us.  It was in the 40’s and gusty once again.  We were the first to arrive at Little America, and as we waited in the parking lot, we both laughed about the doubts we were having regarding this adventure!  We had no relevant hiking experience.  My most recent physical activity was shoveling the late April snowstorm.    My hiking boots had never been worn and I was certain I would have blisters 15 minutes into the hike.  Had we bitten off more than we could chew?  At least we had snacks.  Lots of them.

Nick & Michael rolled up a short while later and we all slugged our way into the van.  We were on the highway by 5AM.  No turning back now.

At 7:30, we rolled into the outskirts of Seligman AZ and had a quick breakfast of bagels, fruit and yogurt which was provided by Nick & Michael.  

Then we made a slow drive through Seligman (Radiator Springs) which is the sleepy tourist town that the movie Cars is based on!  Super cool!

From there, we had another hour and a half drive through the middle of the high dessert.  On some of the reviews I read, this road was famous for cow dodging.  It’s true.  There were cattle all over the road.  Making that drive at night could get kinda dicey.  Our group was dozing on an off, occasionally being jolted from their sleep by the cattle grates on the highway.

And then, at 10AM, we rolled up on the trailhead of the Havasu Falls, perched high above the Grand Canyon.  

The breeze was strong, and chilly.  But the excitement of the moment pushed aside any discomfort from the cold.  

Michael and Nick spent about 45 minutes getting all of our camp gear ready for the mules and getting all 12 of us hikers ready for the trail.  

(From left to right, Ty, Isabella, Kassandra, Christina (kneeling), Amy, Debra, Mark,Susanne, Dyan, myself, Whitney and Justin.)

They fitted us with walking sticks, which were a godsend for the steeper downhill portion of the hike.  The trail to the campground (nestled between Havasu Falls and Mooney Falls) is 10 miles, with a total elevation drop of 2,400 feet.  Around 11AM, we took our first steps on the trail.

It’s fairly well maintained but there is an abundance of loose gravel, chunk rock and sand that you do need to be careful navigating.  Wouldn’t want to bust an ankle…

The first mile and a half is a series of switchbacks descending abruptly into the canyon.  Nearly half of the total elevation of the hike is accounted for in this section.  Our crew, led by Michael, and tailed by Nick, made quick work of the downhill and got into a good pace as the canyon began to flatten out.  

Every 45 minutes of the hike, there seemed to be a group of mules or horses trotting to or from the trailhead saddled with all the gear nobody particularly cared to carry.  

They kicked up a tremendous amount of dust.  The dust is one thing that was never mentioned in any of the reviews.  The dust was overwhelming at times.  We were all covered in dust as we lumbered our way into the canyon.  Those brand new hiking boots didn’t look so pristine anymore!  

And speaking of the boots, by the time we stopped for lunch a couple hours into the hike, they still felt great.  No blisters!

One of the concerns I had coming into the trip was food (hence the reason we had so many snacks!).  I can be a picky eater…give me meat, and give me potatoes and I am happy.  So I was pleased to see that Nick and Michael prepared a lunch of summer sausage, a variety of Triscuits & cheeses as well as sliced apples.  There was hummus and green peppers too, but I made sure to save those for the others!  And the food was plentiful.  I am pretty sure everybody had multiple helpings and there was still food left over.

After lunch, we hiked on a mission.  

Beautiful rock formations jolted up toward the sky and the flowering ground cactus were in full bloom.

At 2:30, we reached the iconic “You’re Almost There” sign for Supai Village.

We were getting close!  But when we reached the village, it was a pretty sobering sight to see.  The setting - fertile green grounds beneath the red rock canyon - was beautiful, but the lifestyle on this reservation was likely a different story. While there were some homes, many of the dwellings were shanty-like.

There are no vehicles, other than the tribal police ATV.  Transportation was horseback, or walking.  Horses ate the trace amounts of grass in their pens and parked themselves under the shade of trees.  

Being one of the most remote locations in the United States, their connection with the outside world would appear to happen through tourists/hikers walking through their village.  Probably a life without the materialism that plagues the rest of us but rather a life that appreciates smaller things.

In the village, we bought a few Gatorades for $3.50/bottle and an ice cream snickers for $3.00.  We all changed into swimsuits for the remainder of the hike – the waterfalls were near.  We continued out of the village on a snaking path next to the turquoise blue creek.

Around 3:30, we reached our first waterfall, Fiftyfoot Falls.  

We were all tired, and it was getting hot.  Can we please just stop at the falls….maybe dip a toe in?  Michael and Nick wanted to push ahead. Just a few steps down the path, we came upon Navajo Falls.  

Holy Gorgeous!  This must be where our guides intend to stop.  Right?  Nope, we kept walking.  What the group didn’t know is that our guides were planning to bring us back here the following day.  I’ll admit, I was a little bummed at the time because I thought we were passing these amazing swimming holes.

For about 3/4th’s of a mile, the descent is fairly significant.  It’s all sand and silt.  Honestly, it was the most difficult portion of the hike in my opinion.  Sand just isn’t fun hiking in.  We came up on a very steep decline in the path.  We could hear water rushing just a short ways away.  Michael and Nick pulled the group together.  They gave us a quick spiel about how we had reached Havasu Falls and that we were all about to go crazy over the beauty that lies just ahead.  We were told to meet at the campsite in about 90 minutes.  For now, we were free to explore Havasu Falls. With that, we moved down the path about 100 feet.  The level of anticipation was 10 out of 10.  After 5 hours of hiking, the trail finally  opens up to jagged canyon walls, as orange as a sunset, jetting up into the sky.  Thick, lush, green vegetation covering the canyon floor. And then there is the centerpiece.  A brilliant, turquoise waterfall plummeting nearly 100 feet over the limestone and travertine formation into a pool below that resembles the Caribbean more closely that the desert.  

Havasu Falls is possibly the most gorgeous waterfall on the planet. Pictures cannot do it justice.  The sight is so much more powerful than I ever imagined.  

No amount of research can prepare you for the feeling you will have when you turn the corner and see Havasu Falls for the first time.  While the beauty is unrivaled, part of the allure of this spectacular fall is the difficult journey a person must take to reach this destination.  You don’t just wake up one Saturday morning and decide you are going to go visit for an hour.  

This is a destination that takes a significant amount of planning, effort and commitment to reach.  Reaching the falls is so much sweeter because of the journey we all had to take to arrive at this point.

We made the descent down to the base of Havasu Falls.  The pristine waters were full of hikers enjoying the reward of their laborious travels.  We wasted no time joining the others.  The water was a cool 70 degrees, but it was the perfect therapy for my sore feet and muscles.  We explored the smaller cascading falls just downstream from Havasu.  It is an adult waterpark, full of coolers and inflatables.  The crowd was diverse from the 70 year old retirees to the 21 year old’s taking a late spring break.  There were even some kids, probably less than 10 years old, but not too many.

With a few minutes to spare before we were supposed to congregate at our campsite, Dyan and I took a tour of the campground wandering down the riverside paths.  There was an abundance of remote camping sites with private beach/entries into Havasu Creek.  Many of the camps looked like long term sites, as if the campers could have been there for several weeks.  One camper had a hammock strung across Havasu Creek.  He sat sideways in his digs while reading a book and dangling his feet into the water.  Killer setup.

Our camp was a large open area perched up about 10 feet higher than the creek!  The current in the creek below our tent was loud enough to drown out any activity in the campsite.  It was perfect.  While the others were getting nestled into the campsite, Dyan and I took the opportunity to swim in the waist deep creek that surged next to our tent.  There was some serious current!

Not only had Michael and Nick setup our entire campsite before any of us arrived, but dinner was also cooking on the camp stoves, and it smelled amazing.

The dinner menu was rice noodles with chicken, broccoli & carrots with sautéed peppers and onions.  I am not a big veggie fan - like at all - but I was hungry, and thought I would try everything (except the peppers).  To my surprise, it was delicious.  Like, I wanted seconds before everybody else got firsts.  And others were in the same boat.  At one point, we thought everybody had gotten a plate, so several of us went back for another helping.  As Justin was dishing up another plate, it struck me that Kassandra and Bella were not at the table, so I asked the question.  The four of us standing around the camp stove were mortified when we realized that we were helping ourselves to the last of the food and not everybody had eaten yet.  Apparently Michael and Nick had not eaten yet either.  Justin had a single piece of chicken on his plate that he tried his best to offer to one of our hungry guides, but they laughed the situation off before correcting it.  Nick retrieved additional food from a separate Wildland Trekking group.  Problem solved.  Each meal thereafter, we were all a little more cognizant of whether everybody had eaten.

Michael and Nick prepared coffee and cookies while several of us played Bananagrams.  I played in the first game and schooled all of my new friends!  Then I quit while I was on top.  Susanne, Kassandra, Whitney and Amy were really good.  Justin, who was watching from the sidelines, did a great job at heckling and officiating Whitney’s words!  When it was completely dark, Justin, Whitney, Dyan and I hiked using our headlamps back up to Havasu Falls to see the billions of stars come out above the silhouette of the falls.  Astonishing.  It was here I found out some bad news about Justin.  He is a Kansas State alum!  So much for him being super cool!  We retreated back to our quiet campsite and drifted off to sleep.

May 13, 2018

Sometime around 2AM, the wind picked up.  I don’t know how gusty it was, but our tent was flapping in the wind like an inflatable wacky waving tube man. 

This made sleeping tough for me.  Dyan’s night was a little worse.  Her inflatable air mattress had lost air at some point during the night, so she was basically sleeping on the hard ground.  We weren’t the only ones with a tough night of sleep.  Mark had the quote of the morning how he summed up his night.  “I slept like a baby.  I woke up every hour and cried.”  Everybody got a chuckle.    Mark’s air mattress had also deflated along with a couple of others in our group.  The troops needed a pick-me-up to start the day.  And we were about to get it.  There is a morning time smell that dominates over any other smell.  It is universally accepted as the smell of deliciousness.  If you guessed coffee, you’re wrong.  The aroma of coffee wafting through the campsite would be enough to perk up some, but not the whole group.  Michael and Nick needed something stronger.  Something that completely drowns out the coffee aroma if the two are being prepared side by side.  The only right answer is, BACON.  And it was sizzling in the camp stove pan.  It was being prepared along with orange slices and French Toast, complete with powdered sugar and maple syrup.  Seriously?  This was my kind of feast.  And there was plenty for second and third helpings.

Also super cool is that Michael and Nick always had gluten free versions of every meal prepared.  I won’t pretend to know what those options tasted like, but it was awesome that they were able to accommodate everybody’s food preferences.

We needed a huge breakfast because today was a big exploring day for us.  Right after breakfast, we headed to the top of Mooney Falls, the largest waterfall along the creek dropping nearly 200 feet over the travertine bluff above.  

There were signs posted that said, “Descend At Own Risk.”  

That sounds ominous.  Going into this hike, I, the guy who Dyan calls Mr. Cautious, had not given two thoughts to this portion of the hike actually being difficult, and possibly dangerous.  I shrugged the sign off.

The first portion of the descent involves a series of switchbacks where the path is generally three to four feet wide.  

In some spots, the path narrows to about 12 inches as you have to scoot past a narrow ledge.  

At this portion of the hike, even if you fall off the ledge, you are probably only falling 15-20 feet onto the switchback below.  Not certain death, but probably not a pleasant fall either.

After the switchbacks comes two blasted out tunnels.  The tunnels were much larger than I had expected, and chillier.  They were pitch black but had steps carved into the floor.  You couldn’t really see the steps, but if you go slow, it is a pretty natural and easy step down through the cavern.   

In between the two tunnels is a small jaw dropping overlook of the falls.  

It was here that Michael warned us about the next portion of the descent.  “Please secure all possessions to your body and put away all cameras.”  Wait, what?  This sounds like things could be getting serious.  Was the descent really going to be that challenging?  We were about to find out once we got through next tunnel.

We made our way through the final tunnel, and then out into the open.  What should have been a beautiful vista of the waterfall was upstaged by the cliff at our feet.  Chains had been fastened to the top of the cliff and makeshift footsteps had been carved into the side of the mountain.  There is no harness to clip into the chains.  There is no safety net.  It is just you, the chains, and the side of a mountain.  Dear Lord Jesus, please be with us!

Mike started scaling the cliff first, followed by Dyan.  I stood on the perch, Dyan just a few steps below me, and Christine and Ty just exiting from the dark tunnel behind me.  There were people in the water below me, enjoying the waterfall.  They looked like ants from where I currently stood.  Oh how I wished I was already at the bottom.  I held it together, but I was freaking out on the inside.

Here we go.  I turned around, facing the wall with my back to the falls.  I gripped the cold chain.  It was heavy, sturdy, and surely looked as if it had been there for at least 100 years.   I took my first step down, sliding my hands down the chains.  Then the next.  My clumsy body was slow and I started searching with my foot for the next step.  I couldn’t find it.  Crap.  Keep it together.  I searched again.  I felt a ledge, but it was small.  Maybe that’s where my foot was supposed to go?  Just as I was about to put pressure on the ledge and take a step, I felt a hand touch my boot, pushing my foot off the ledge and to the right about 8”.  It was Dyan, guiding my foot to the actual step.  I felt so uncoordinated.  Dyan knew I needed some help, and started telling me where each step was.  I tried my best to relay that information to Christina who was hanging off the wall just above me, but I am not sure how well she could hear through my shaky voice.  Dyan guided my every step for the first 25 feet, but then was asked by Michael to scurry down the mountain so he could help the rest of us.  Apparently Dyan climbed the wall like Spiderman and didn’t need anybody’s help.

About halfway down the wall, Michael’s suggestion was to climb to an area outside of the chains.  In my head, I was like, “Are you nuts?!?”  He said it was the easiest and safest spot to climb.  Who am I to question the expert.  So I did as he asked.  I was literally climbing a mountain wall at that point.  All hands, and feet, securely on the rocks.  No chains.  For a fleeting moment, I felt like a badass climber…

Until I didn’t.  Which was just seconds later, when Michael warned me that the remaining 60 feet of descent would be wet from the mist of Mooney Falls.  Geez, are we were climbing down to Hell?  I cursed myself up and down for not wearing my hiking boots.  Earlier that morning, I made a very poor decision when I opted for a rather pedestrian pair of non-gripping sandals.  

I seriously began to wonder if anybody had ever slipped and fallen, ricocheting off the jagged edges to the most horrific and bloody death known to man.  

Jake, snap out of it!  Get yourself down this freaking wall.  I took a step with my fashionable sandals and slipped momentarily on the wet rock.  Yep. It’s definitely slippery.  My face was soaked, a mixture of nervous sweat and mist.  I wiped the moisture from my eyes, accidentally smearing a wet metallic residue from the chain all over my face.  Gross.  Slowly I progressed down the wall, and then finally made it to the ladders.  Once you get to the ladders, you are in the home stretch.  One rung at a time, I scaled the slippery ladders, all the way to the bottom.  And then I heard Dyan’s sweet voice, “One more step babe.” My right leg, came off the rung, and squished down into the wet mud.  As my other foot swung around to the ground, I slipped, and went down hard on my butt.  I was a muddy mess, but I made it to the bottom!  While the climb seemed like an eternity, it probably took about 20 minutes to go top to bottom.  Dyan was waiting at the bottom with a huge hug and a video camera, interviewing me with questions about the hike.  I was literally shaking, overcome with joy and a sense of accomplishment.  Although, an accomplishment I never needed to do again.  I was ready to start gathering food and setting up camp.  Let’s stay a few weeks, or years.  I had no interest in ever going back up that wall.  Once our entire group made it to the bottom, I found Michael and thanked him for the help.

The power of Mooney Falls is unrivaled.  From the pool below, the teal water looks as though it’s being catapulted from the sky above.  The roar of the falls sounds like a jet engine echoing in the canyon.  The water fall hits with so much force that you can feel the undercurrent pulling you into the falls.  We didn’t get too close, but close enough to feel the extreme power of this natural wonder.

The pool empties into a couple of different shallow wading areas with smaller cascading falls that you can swim behind.  Bliss.

After spending an hour at Mooney, Michael and Nick took us on a short hike to one of their favorite locations in the area, although I don’t recall the name.  It is a very narrow canyon which has a natural spring at it highest point in the wash.  

It’s also here that there are boulders the size of semi-trucks that have fallen into the canyon through years of erosion.  Michael and Nick wanted us to climb through the smallest crevice (green circle) between the boulders and pull ourselves up on top of the rocks.  

M’kay.  Second stunt of the day that was outside of my comfort zone.  The guides helped each of us through the tiny opening and expertly told us exactly where to position our feet and hands.  Getting to the top of the boulder ended up being pretty easy, and the view from the top was really cool.

After a quick snack, it was time to hike again.  We climbed down through a smaller opening (red circle) in the rocks and made our way back to Havasu Creek.  We went further into the canyon, when nature called.  While the rest of the group carried on about 100 yards ahead to the most beautiful wading pools, I ventured off the trail about 30 feet to a ravine.  There was sharp thorny bushes covering the ground scraping up my shins.  This sucks.  The ravine was about 6-8 feet deep and probably bursts with water rushing into the creek during flash floods.  But it was dry as a bone today.  I walked up just behind a shrub on the edge of the ravine when suddenly, the silty ground gave way beneath me.  I dropped like a rock into the ravine.  My right foot hit the bottom first, cranking violently to the inside.  There was a definitive pop.  Then the shear pain.  I was sure I broke something.  My mind was spinning as I floundered in the middle of the ravine.  Did this really just happen?  I needed to calm down and think.  How was I going to get out of here with a broken ankle.  Nobody will hear me if I call for help.  I have really gotten myself into a mess.  The irony of the moment was not lost on me at all – I had scaled a hundred-foot wall without falling, but couldn’t manage to take a leak on the edge of a ravine without a catastrophic fall?  The ravine was fairly narrow, so I was able to steady myself standing up, balancing against the walls.  Now, how do I get out?  I grabbed the shrub I had originally intended to use as my privacy and pulled myself up the ravine wall.  I began crawling through the woods, but all of the thorny bushes were cutting me up.  I had to try and stand, and limp out.  I used a small tree to help me stand up and put a little it of weight on my ankle.  Damn, it was bad.  But I had no other choice.  I hobbled out of the woods and down the trail toward the rest of the group.  Do I tell anybody, or keep this to myself?  I was super embarrassed, I walked along the water’s edge slipping and falling a couple of times due to the pain.   Most of the group looked as though they were ready to head out but a few were still in the water.  I pulled Dyan aside and told her I fell hard on my ankle and that I thought there was probably some damage.  She couldn’t believe it and wanted to tell Michael and Nick, but I stopped her.  I didn’t want to ruin the fun for the rest of the group and have to go back to camp early.  Let’s try and get through the afternoon and see how it feels later tonight…  If only I had taken the signs more seriously.

The group packed up and we hiked back up the creek toward Mooney Falls.  

Although, we took a different route, doing much of the hike in the creek itself.  The cold water felt really good to my ankle, and it allowed me to put less weight on it which was helpful.  

Along the creek we passed small waterfalls dumping spring water into Havasu Creek.  

With all the lush vegetation and waterfalls, it resembled more of a tropical rain forest than the desert.

The group stopped at Mooney Falls for another hour.  

Dyan and I soaked in the swimming pools for as much of the time as possible.  

Justin and Ty used the rope swing to crash into the lower pool.  It sure looked fun, but I wasn’t going to do any jumping in the condition I was in.

Then came the moment I had been dreading.  The climb up the rock wall at Mooney Falls.  I had a hard enough time getting down, but now throw in an injured ankle, a successful ascent was questionable at best.  But it’s the only way up, so her goes nothing.

I went first this time, with Dyan just behind me.  

Every step was excruciating pain.  I pulled with my upper body on the chains more than I pushed off with my ankle to reach the top.  The climb to the top went much quicker, but would have been much easier had both my ankles been 100%.  Nevertheless, it was uneventful, in a very good way.  We made it to the top.  I instantly, felt better.  Even my ankle felt a bit better at the top.

Once we reached the top, Debra told a remarkable story that she had recently overcome a fear of heights.    Overcoming the challenge allowed her to do this hike and scale a 100’ wall.  What a super cool moment for her!

Dyan and I hobbled back to camp, ecstatic that we survived such an amazing adventure, but the condition of my ankle weighed heavy our my thoughts.  Dyan suggested we hang out at camp the rest of the afternoon, but I wasn’t going to the a party pooper.  We were going to go exploring with the rest of the group.

Our next stop was Havasu Falls.  

At the base of the fall, Nick and Michael prepared an awesome chip/dip lunch of ingredients that I don’t usually even like.  There were tomatoes, avocados, odd looking beans, cilantro, limes and other ingredients.  I was certain that chips was the only thing I would be eating for lunch.  But I went ahead and tried the freshly made dip.  Need to keep an open mind, right? To my surprise, it was delicious.  I ate two full bowls!  I give these guys props for getting me to try new things outside of my traditional comfort zone.  

At the end of lunch, Nick drew the short straw and took all the dishes back to camp to wash them.  

Michael on the other hand took the rest of us on a two mile hike back up the sandy trail to the falls we skipped yesterday, Navajo Falls and Fiftyfoot Falls.  These swimming hole were remarkable.  You could swim right up next to Navajo Falls and stand in it, or jump off of the huge rock formations in the middle of the pool.  Justin, Whitney and Dyan jumped off the rock, but I elected for no additional trauma to my throbbing ankle.  Mark, Susanne and Bella also joined us at the pool and took a ton of pictures.

We then headed up to Fiftyfoot Falls which resembled a Costa Rican rainforest.  This was probably our favorite of all the falls.  There is a huge swimming pool at the base of the wide falls.  While the force of the falls is powerful, you can swim behind the falls.  Crazy cool.  Justin, Whitney, Dyan and I were the only ones in the deep pool and we were all bummed we didn’t have a waterproof camera.  Then from around the corner swam Kassandra, Bella, Susanne and Mark.  And, Kassandra and Bella brought their waterproof phone cases with them!  They snapped pictures of all of us in the falls helping us to preserve that memory for the rest of our lives.  Thank you.

We then hiked two miles downhill back to camp where Nick had already started dinner on the camp stoves.  Rice noodles with pesto sauce.  Once again, pesto is not my thing, but the way it was prepared, I ate every last bite.  Delicious meal.  For dessert, Nick rolled out a Mother’s Day special of chocolate fondue with sliced strawberries and bananas.  Wow!  Who would have guessed we’d be eating chocolate covered strawberries in the Grand Canyon!

Once again, we huddled around the picnic tables playing Bananagrams.  Except, Justin threw a twist into the game suggesting the only words that could be played had to be centered around a theme, like camping, hiking or adventure.  What a hoot!  I kept exchanging my letters to jokingly spell help or helicopter.  My pain was so bad I figured I need one or the other to help me get out of the canyon on the hike in the morning.

We all planned to retire early because our 5AM hike was going to come quick.  As everybody was getting ready for bed, I carefully took the boot off of my ankle for the first time since return from the falls.  It was swelling up like a balloon and significant bruising was forming on the outside.  Finally, Dyan convinced me to tell Nick about my fall.  I hobbled over to the picnic table and called to Nick who was getting some things packed up for the morning.  I told him the story about falling into the ravine, and he kind of chuckled, thinking it wasn’t going to be too bad since I had walked on it the rest of the day.  He flipped on his head lamp and examined my foot. 

“Wow.”  Was is first remark.  “Dude, you have like 30% swelling in your ankle.”  Yeah, tell me about it!  “How did you walk on this all day long?”  Nick grabbed a couple of frozen water bottles and had me ice it for 20 minutes and then he put a bandage around it.  Told me to keep it elevated overnight and then we’d ice it again in the morning.

May 14, 2018

We were all awake by 3AM.  We needed to get as much of the hike out of the way with before sunrise.  Nick took another look at it in the morning.  The bruising had worsened on the outside of my foot, and started on the inside of my foot.  “You need to get this looked at when you get out of here.  You could have some structural damage.”  Just what I wanted to hear before a 5 hour uphill hike through the desert.  I iced my foot while everybody else had an oatmeal and coffee breakfast.  Around 5AM, I had my boots on, and we were ready to break camp.  The pain was tremendous.  Each step felt like bones shattering in my foot.  I had little range of motion with my ankle.  I was in rough shape.  But I was going to try to hike myself out.

Supai Village was about 3 miles away.  That three miles is a steep grade uphill, in a trail of mushy sand.  I am not sure there is a condition that could have been any more uncomfortable on my ankle.  But we pushed forward.  Nick stopped about halfway to the village.  “Jake, how are you holding up?”  I responded, “Let’s keep moving.”  I didn’t want to slow the group down.  They were hiking on a mission.  But my ankle was not going to make it to the top of the hill, at least not hiking.  When we reached the village, Dyan could tell I was in significant pain.  As a last resort, she asked Michael if the helicopter out of the village would be an option.  Michael and Nick huddled up with me in the town and assessed my ankle once again.  They too agreed with Dyan that I should probably take the chopper out of the canyon.

However, this would present some possible logistical problems. It was about 6AM.  The chopper didn’t begin transporting until 10AM.  First priority is given to those who live on the reservation, so if many of those who live in Supai needed a ride out of the canyon, we could be waiting for a significant part of the day for our turn.  Luckily, Dyan and I we were near the front of the makeshift line that was forming.  Hopefully we’d get on an early ride.  Another potential snafu was if the helicopter decided not to fly, which we were told does happen frequently.  Dyan and I would be forced to rent a room at the Lodge in the village.  Hopefully they had vacancy!  The worst part was not knowing when we would reach the top of the hill.  It would be humiliating to know that our group just hiked their heart and souls out to get to the top of the hill and then had to wait in a hot van several hours for us to arrive by helicopter.  Just shoot me now if that happens.

As the group gathered at the edge of town to continue their hike to the top, Nick left us with one suggestion.  Make sure that when the guy with the clipboard shows up at 9AM to create the official passenger list, be as assertive as possible to get at the front of the list and on an early flight.  Being assertive is critical.  Luckily I have Dyan for that!

The minutes ticked by, quicker than I would have thought.  The makeshift line for helicopter lines started getting longer.  There were hikers that came to the front of the line asking the same two questions, “Is this the line for the helicopter?” and “Has a sign up sheet been started yet?”  Nope, no list yet, and the line starts way back there…past the benches, and the tree, and around the corner to the restaurant.  Everybody asking was so kind.  It appeared to be setting up in a very orderly fashion.  I am not sure there was really a need to be assertive given the nice line that was forming.

Around 7AM, the village store opened and Dyan stopped in to grab me a quick breakfast.

Diet Pepsi, how I’ve missed you.  And the freshest mini donuts I have ever had.  How does a place in the middle of nowhere get super soft donuts?  Baffling.

Around 8AM, the village was waking up.  Kids appeared to be on their way to school with backpacks in tow.  Dogs were exuding their dominance running round playing with each other.  The village sheriff moseyed by on his ATV.  Mules hauling gear traipsed by.   More and more people were joining the helicopter line.  Around 8:30, we heard a chopper in the distance and started getting excited.  The helicopter was starting early!  But there was still no list?

The helicopter landed on the pad and several villagers exited the fuselage.  Two other villagers jumped aboard and the helicopter was gone in less than 5 minutes.  I turned to Dyan, this must be a good sign, right?  They are getting the tribe passengers out of the way early so hopefully can start with the civilians right at 10, or sooner!

We waited, and waited.  It should only be a 15 minute round trip.  But the chopper wasn’t returning.  At 9AM, a couple of the natives came over the he helipad.  One with a clipboard.  The beginning of the line all stood up single file, orderly, but within 30 seconds, pandemonium broke lose.  Everybody at the end of the line flooded to the front, creating a circle around the clipboard.  So much for their politeness.  It became a mad scramble.  I sent Dyan up with the Visa card, and cash.  Glad we had both.  While they supposedly take Visa card, today they were only accepting cash.  Dyan paid $170 to be passengers #6 & 7 in line.  Sweet.  Just then, two helicopters showed up.  The passenger carrying helicopter took a mix of natives and civilians to the top.  The second helicopter appeared to be freight carrying only.

The guy collecting the cash for the helicopters randomly stopped taking cash and put the list away – which really ticked people off still waiting to sign up and pay.  He had other jobs to do.  He grabbed a hose - not a garden hose, but more like a fire hose - and began dousing down all the dirt areas around the helipad.  He could have cared less about getting anybody or any of their possessions soaked.  He hosed people, and their things down.  It was pretty rude.  He could have at least warned people, but his hose spraying was so random, not giving anybody any time to move out of the way.

At 9:30, the passenger carrying helicopter was echoing through the canyon.  You could hear it well before you could see it.  The List/Firehose Guy, called out the names of the passengers who needed to get ready.  Our name was called.  

We were getting out of here!  The helicopter landed and several passengers got off.  We were escorted out to the chopper.  Dyan got the front seat by the captain, and I got the window seat just behind her.  With a little assistance from the other passengers, I was able to slide in and pull my ankle up into the seating area.  Thirty seconds later, we were airborne.  We made a quick cruise across town and banked hard up into the canyon.  The ride was spectacular.  In the 5-minute ride to the top, we crossed the hiking trail a couple of times, wondering how far our crew was on the hike.  Maybe we would see them.  Surely, we’d see Justin and Whitney’s matching neon green shirts or Susanne bright hiking jacket.  We should easily be able to spot Michael’s bright orange jacket or Nick’s 700-pound crimson colored backpack.

The helicopter cruised through the canyon making quick work of the 10 mile and 2400 ft climb in elevation.  It was so fast.   I tried hard to capture pictures of the beautiful journey, but my camera kept focusing on the reflection in the glass as opposed to the landscape below.  Our helicopter landed at 9:37AM.  Surely, we beat our group to the top.  We grabbed our bags and limped our way over to the trailhead.  NO WAY!  There is Justin, and Whitney, and Michael!  They were already to the top!  So was Kassandra & Bella and Susanne and Mark too.  And Debra and Amy were just finishing as we approached the trailhead.  We had all arrived at nearly the same time.  I was so relieved nobody had to wait for us!  Kassandra snapped this cool pictures of our helicopter on final approach.

Within 30 minutes, our gear was packed in the van, and we were on the road to Flagstaff.  We stopped briefly for lunch at the Grand Canyon Caverns Grotto.  Dyan got me some ice while Susanne and Mark made sure I was comfortable.  My ankle was so swollen, my boot was a challenge to get off.  Everything about it was getting worse.

Michael and Nick prepared bacon and cucumber wraps which were good as we all sat out in the sun, relaxing in the rockers.  Our new friends deserved this relaxing break after the uphill hike they just accomplished.

The remainder of the ride into Flagstaff went fairly quick with lots of stories being told.  Our group had really bonded over the three days.  Dyan and I have never taken a group trip before, so we were unsure how the dynamic would be among the members.  But I can honestly say we had an amazing group to make this trek with.  Everybody was so kind, caring and had such colorful backgrounds and rich life experiences which we got to learn about.  I felt like we were all good friends by the time we left that canyon.  Each of us had a passion and appreciation for a good adventure, and I think that is why we all got along so well.  We were all there for the same reason.  Next time we take another group adventure, I can only hope our group is just as amazing as our Havasu Falls group.  You’ve set the bar high.  Thank you.

A crazy amount of credit for such a successful adventure should be given to Michael, Nick and Wildland Trekking.  Every step of this trip was thoughtfully planned out by our guides and their trekking company - from the food, to the hiking, to the gear to the the customer experience.  They considered everybody’s physical abilities and made sure to not hike to fast, or too slow.  Their attention to detail is second to none, never overlooking blisters from hiking, or carrying extra water for those who ran out.  They also did a good job at taking many of us out of our comfort zones by helping us experience things we had not expected - whether it be challenging activities, or new foods.  But most importantly for me, as Michael and Nick prepared to have me extracted from the canyon, they were on the phone with presumably Wildland Management who was walking them through the process of getting me out safely, and quickly.  I cannot express my gratitude enough for everybody involved in helping me get to the top of the trailhead.  I would highly recommend Wildland Trekking, and specifically Michael and Nick as guides.  We absolutely would love the opportunity to go on another adventure with Wildland.

Dyan and I wasted no time getting out of Flagstaff.  We had a date with the lavish pool at Sheraton Grand Resort at Wild Horse Pass.  But that was in Chandler, over 2 hours away.  Go , go, go.  Dyan drove while I elevated/iced my foot on the dashboard.  We hit rush hour traffic in Phoenix which delayed our arrival into the hotel to 5PM.  Pool sounds great, but given our meals the past few days, we were feeling rather carnivorous.  Texas Roadhouse was near the hotel.  I had the prime rib, and Dyan the chicken fried chicken. Mmmmmmm.  Not surprising, we crashed by 9PM.

May 15, 2018

My ankle continued to worsen.  Pain, swelling, bruising – it was brutal.  I contemplated an ortho quick care in Phoenix, but decided to wait to get it checked out when I got home.  We had breakfast at the onsite restaurant consisting of a breakfast sandwich and yogurt parfait.  It was fab.  We then spent the day at the pool drinking some kind of delicious frozen concoctions all while elevating with ice.  I could think of worse spots I’d rather be right now.  What if we would have gotten stuck overnight in Supai?  We’d be waiting for the helicopter right now!

It was 105 degrees, and felt every bit of that number.  But the pool water sure made the day like paradise.  We had lettuce wraps for lunch before heading back to the room to get ready for the evening.  Up first was the casino right next door to our resort.  This casino was bad to us on our first trip to Phoenix, and proved to be no better this time around.  Dyan and I couldn’t get anything going on Buffalo Stampede, Willy Wonka or a plethora of other machines.  I even sat at the blackjack table for about 90 second.  It was a $10 table – I was playing the minimum.  

First hand, dealer blackjack.  Minus $10

Second hand, dealer 20, me 17.  Minus $10

Third hand, dealer blackjack.  Minus $10

Fourth hand, dealer blackjack.  Minus $10.  You’ve got to be kidding me.

Fifth hand, I was dealt 12.  I hit and got a 10.  A bust at 22.  Minus $10.

There goes our winning from Cliff Castle Casino.  We left the casino.  We were hungry, and a little grouchy.  Stinks to lose, but looming largely was the end to our vacation tomorrow.  So, our moods weren’t the best.  We couldn’t agree on a dining establishment, so we drove aimlessly for almost an hour as we looked for restaurant signs through the window.   We settled on RigaTony’s, a highly rated Italian restaurant in Tempe.  It was good, but not great.

May 16, 2018

Once again, we ate breakfast (mouthwatering waffles) at the restaurant and spent the entire morning at the pool.  The pool at Sheraton Grand is amazing.

It was the perfect pool day with the temperature well the century mark.

This is our second visit to the Wild Horse Pass, and we will most definitely come back on future trips.  Around 11, we packed up the room and made our way back to the restaurant for a quick lunch.  Dyan had SW Tortilla Soup and I had the fresh pretzel bites.  Dyan made a great point, why don’t we just eat all our meals from this restaurant when we are in Phoenix?  Everything is so tasty!

By 1:00, we were checking in our rental car.  Sixt waived the $105 upgrade charge for us, so that was awesome!  And by 4:00, we had boarded our flight and were on our way home.  Luckily, it was not a full flight, so we were able to juggle seats to sit behind the exit row so I would have room to elevate my ankle.  The flight attendant even packed me a bag of ice.  Not sure the flight home could have gotten any better.  I had my foot raised with The Hangover playing on one screen and the flight map on the other screen.  

Out flight was super smooth and we caught a glimpse of some big storms over South Dakota.

For the amount of planning, preparation and anticipation, the trip went way too fast.  Bummed we were coming home, but happy I was still in one piece!

Update:

On May 18, 2018, I did visit Summit Orthopedics in Eagan to have my ankle checked out.  As I suspected, there was a fracture, although it’s not where I suspected.  In this x-ray, you can see the hazy white line on the backside of my tibia, that’s the fracture (red circle).  

They also believe I have grade III sprains (complete tears) calcaneofibular ligament and anterior talofibular ligament.  

Healing time is 4-8 weeks and they put me in a light soft brace when I was reluctant to wear a boot.   Awesome.

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