G'morning

I went to the Grand Canyon during one of the rare family vacations of my youth. It made surprisingly little impression on me. I barely remember it.

I believe we went to the Grand Canyon and Flagstaff, AZ to visit my father's sister on the same trip. I think it was snowing. I'm not sure.

I would have to ask my brother Paul for confirmation. No one else who went on that holiday is still living -- not my mother, or father, or brother Mark, or Aunt Helen, or Charlie, the family dog. Charlie would likely be as fuzzy on the details as I.

How do you retrace your steps when you're not sure where you've been?