Documenting the daily events of a former Stay-At-Home-Dad (now a Middle School Teacher), 2 Kids, The Big White Dog, Little Boss Dog, and a flock of backyard chickens.
850 miles until home. Eating lunch out of the ice chest and it is about 1000% better than the awful slop we ate last night at a "real" restaraunt.
Oh no! Where did you end up eating last night that was so horrible?
Rosie's. Rosa's. Something like that, right outside of the South entrance to the Grand Canyon.Should not be a problem for your next visit. I bet they won't be open long.
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