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Sysco came to see me

  What happens when 2 Canadian girls with high ambitions think they can do anything and everything? They arrive home tired and exhausted, 11 hours after leaving and still have to attend staff meeting. 

  One Friday night in June Papa’s and I headed to the train station to eagerly await the train. After a few minutes of observing one guy try to master some crazy stunt at the skateboard park while another guy vidoed him over and over, finally Sysco arrived!! Joyous reunions, short rides. Quick tours, explanations and introductions. And the rest of her stay flew by. 

  Saturday everyone was super nice and traded or just took my playduty hours. So we went to market and chilled and did random stuff and a bit of work. Sunday was a normal work day and then I had all of Monday off. What a day!! We headed off around 0830 to do a bit of local shopping and then we hit the road. Our first stop was a local rock attraction where we walked random trails hoping to find a way to climb up without asking directions for the right trail. Alas, no luck. So we turned away and headed for a tour of our sister home where Sysco’s mom spent a year of her life. McDonalds served as our lunch and we were on our way a again. After stopping at an old trading post and then viewing Canyon de Chelly from a lookout we wound our way toward Three Turkey Canyon. The backroads here are amazing. Roads, or shall I say ruts and potholes, branch off the main trail every few hundred feet and no sign of anyone in sight. You have to be good at following directions backwards to get out. And you have to know which side of which windmill to go around (it’s either the one you can see or the one you can’t see which may or may not actually be there.) We made it tho, after off reading for awhile with our trust little Titan and wondering if we were a bit lost. It’s quite the place and quite the climb, but if you ever happen to head down there please learn from us and take some water it’s quiet down in the canyon and there’s a trickle of water in some places. A little ways up one side are the ruins which were quite tempting to me except for the sign boasting a heavy fine and perhaps jail time if you were caught climbing up. I decided not to risk it. Another interesting story about the canyon, twenty-some years ago when Sysco’s mom was here, she and her friend were hiking the canyon one afternoon and got lost. Apparently it was coming morning before they were found. Since then a new and more clearly marked trail has been made but back then the trail was farther from the ruins and barely discernible. Well we were still a bit paranoid so we made sure we knew where to go and we easily for out. But it was a little exciting at times. Back to town for supper and a drive before heading back home for staff meeting. The next day was my first day of Head Cook and I was super happy to have Sysco here to help me with my ambitiousness. 

  Early Wednesday morning Sysco said goodbye and left. 

 When Dad, Mom, Bro and Sis came

  They arrived late one Friday night in July. Actually it was probably early Saturday morning by the time they got here. It was wonderful to see their faces again! The next morning I had off to go to market with them and do other shopping. We found a friend at market. His name was Nassar and when he found out we were from Canada he told us he was more impressed with the ‘president’ of Canada then the president of the states. He asked us to say hi to our president when we saw him. So Hi Trudeau. Hi from Nassar in New Mexico. The rest of the weekend they helped me with jobs and played with the kids and held the babies. We left the house early Monday morning and headed for Durango! We took our seats in a closed car on the steam train and soon headed up to Silverton. It was beautiful on a few hours of sleep and would have been more gorgeous on enough hours of sleep. We traveled 90.8 miles (round trip) following the Animas River til we reached Silverton at an elevation of 9000 feet. It took us about 3.5 hours one way but the scenery was worth it  (And once you paid 8 or 9 bucks you could have all the lemonade you wanted free for the rest of the ride.) we crossed over the Animas River numerous times and the occasional waterfall splashed down into it. It started raining just before we reached our destination which made for even more beautifulness. Apparently there were no roads up there.. only this train track. We could have got off the train partway up and zip lines they the trees for the rest of the day till the train came back but that’s not what we were there for apparently. After eating and walking around in the rain for awhile, we loaded back into the train and arrived back in Durango around supper time, tired and grouchy. 

  The rest of the time my family was here we just chilled and did stuff close to home. Tuesday night around midnight I said bye and went to sleep. Around 0230 they quietly left. So it ends.