Picture the scene, you’ve spent the day hiking the Grand Canyon rim (a leisurely 18 miles, fraught with the dangers of French people who spread out across the path and expect you to jump off the edge so they needn’t move and oversized American women who block your way, apologise for doing so but still don’t move, grrrr) , come back, had a BBQ and seared a steer, then the marshmallow munchy monster comes along and starts toasting on the embers of your fire.

A really nice day topped of with alcohol and star gazing.

Tomorrow we will chance the ensuite shower in the RV. Consider that the lav is a 3 foot square box with a shower tray attached and we are on a slope, I imagine balancing with 1 foot in the toilet.

And we have the daily poop trap emptying to do (something slightly disturbing about attaching the hose and releasing the waste then hearing it all run down the pipe). PS you can’t leave the hose attached in the Canyon since the ravens peck through to eat whatever is inside, YUCK!