The following morning I washed up using one of the sinks in the rest stop bathroom while John cooked us some sausages and toast on the tiny charcoal grill. I never really thought about it before, but cooking toast on the tiny grill was actually kind of cool.
I didn’t know at the time, but the reason we slept at the highway rest stop was so that we’d have enough money to visit the Grand Canyon. I could hardly believe it when we got to take a donkey ride down into the canyon. The only part I didn’t like was when the guide said that since I was so young I would have to use a kiddy saddle. The saddle turned out to be a lot like an infant’s car seat only bigger and I didn’t get to steer my donkey either.