Road Trip USA 2011

 15th August. Mexican hat to Durango Co . Through more empty desert like country, just nothing for miles and miles, sand with that usual stuff trying it’s best to survive. We pass the odd homestead no neighbors even close, miles from any where, what in heavens name do these people do to survive? Eat sand? For some reason and there must be one , pylons yomp across all this nothing, going somewhere carrying white mans magic!

 

 We eventually arrived at a place called Mexican Water. There is no water and I didn’t see any Mexicans either. Aha! I get it now , it’s irony, you find what there isn’t and call it that! They do like funny names these Americans, Crazy Woman Creek or Kickapoo, for example, what about Punshzumfeka or Thwakatableeda? Actually I made the last 2 up, but I bet they exist somewhere.

 You cannot believe that this terrain is on the same planet as Iowa or South Dakota, never mind the same land mass.

 

 We stopped at a place called “the 4 corners” it’s a national monument a point in the USA where 4 states touch borders. A bit of a big deal is made of this and with good reason, it’s unique. It is also in Navajo reservation land, as a result the Indians administer it. 3 bucks each, the sign says, no discounts, no park passes, no concessions, children under 6 free, no dogs! I was under the impression that Indians liked a bit of dog. I suspect the information came from a fellow racing driver, a complete lunatic whom I must say, I liked allot. He did however make me cringe one day. In a balkan restaurant. This was a few years before the Yugoslavs all fell out and butchered each other. There were about a dozen of us at the table, mostly blokes, riders , mechanics, and some of the film crew, with whom we were working on “American Built”. Mike Baldwin was with his English wife, they had been food shopping earlier in the town and Mikes wife swore she had seen a carcass of a dog hanging in a butchers window! We were all struggling with the menu so when the waiter came for our order, Mike, in that somewhat embarrassing American way, shouted “bring anything you think we would like but NOT dog, we don’t want any Red Indian food, NO dog! Got it”?  I should have realized no one from california would know remotely anything about Navajo culinary art.

 

When you get into the “4 Corners” there isn’t much there, a paved square divided  with a big x, corner to corner using contrasting tiles, each triangle formed is that particular state. Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah, so. Technically you could be in 4 different states inside a couple of seconds. 

Bordering the paved square are a bunch of little stalls about 10 feet wide, numbering 15 units along each side. With a Navajo in each, flogging T shirts, jewelry, art or food, the general tat that we the hoi ploi like so much. We tried a bit of the food, it was real nice, even the beans and they are never palatable. Encouraged , we ordered some genuine Navajo fry bread, we had it with apricot jam real good it was. I would describe it as a stiffish thick pancake, I’ll have it again given 1/2 a chance.  The American Indian I notice, does tend to carry excess fat, like so many Americans I suppose but it seems almost universal in these people, even the youthful carry the heavy cheeks normally only seen on cartoon pigs! I can’t help wondering why? It is utterly impossible to imagine these folk even riding horses, never mind galloping after a stage coach or round a larger’d wagon train in a whooping frenzy. I realize I’m being stereotypical here, but this image and the western stories didn’t come from thin air. In the Fry bread stall was a switched on , obliging kid  helping her mum in the school holidays, looking like any normally proportioned 8 year old, We couldn’t help thinking will she still be the owner of approved BMI stats in another 10 or 20 years or a heart braking lard arse?

 Sue quite liked the  4 corners . She described it as calming. Is she turnin injun on me?

 

 Back on the road we passed through a town called Cortez, it had the appearance of your regular American town with a Rite Aid and other ubiquitous stores, we were back in the land of the living. The land beginning to look habitable at last, green bits and hills instead of mesas, trees instead of buttes, we were liking Colorado already.

 

 A raise in altitude to 6000 feet over 30  miles or so and we were in Durango, originally a silver mining town, now a vacation destination, and a skiing one in the winter. After getting fixed up in the Econo lodge, we went driving again! For a change! We did a 50 mile trip, deeper into the mountains to a town called Silverton, I’m so glad we did, it was a picture from the approach road 1000 feet above,  another alpine road route that ran over 9000 feet of altitude. When we got into the town it was still a picture, if different to what we thought, we both loved it. It was almost a proper  19th century western town, not quite Clint Eastwood but certainly cowboyville, there was even board walks under  verandas, a saloon called ‘The Shady Lady” and lots of shops selling cowboy stuff, the oddest thing we saw was a bloke, wearing a cowboy hat, boots, shirt, holster and a 6 gun, dusting the counters in his shop, he was even wearing a Sheriffs badge.

I suppose he could simply have been an inbred , the village idiot, anyone can have a gun here, mostly stupid people have them, some are called cops. Sue thinks there are lots of inbreds in these small town America places, I tend to agree and it does make me laugh.

 One could have taken a narrow gauge steam railway from Durango to Silverton, there are 4 classes of ticket, standard (the lowest) is over 80 bucks! For 1st class I imagine they handcuff you to the railway lines pull your pants down and really give you what for. So thats why we went by car!

 I was hoping to do a zip line tour in Durango and the gunfight that was advertised on the internet. The gunfight has disappeared from the expected advertising and Sue isn’t keen on the zip line. Consequently we decided to bugger off south in the morning to New Mexico.

 

Advertisements

Road Trip USA 2011

 14th  August. As we were ahead of schedule and had done the monument stuff, which we were supposed to do to day, we find ourselves with a spare.

 So we went for a drive through an area called “Valley of the Gods” it was a dirt road and rather washboard in texture, we had to crawl along, it’s not our car you see, at about 5 or 7 mph, even on good bits 10 was tops. We were passed by every vehicle that came upon us, I guess they were in rentals.

 

 The area is , I’m sorry to use the word again AMAZING, the shapes of the geology, some are like trophies mounted on plinths, some are just plinths, the trophies long since stollen. The different shapes change from alternate angles and there are so many of them, definitely worth two or three hours out of your life if you are ever in the area. It would be called “Monument Valley” if we didn’t already have one.

 

I really can’t set to to describe it, you would get fed up with the superlatives and its constantly changing with every kilometer. 

 

 The last mile  was washboard rotten,( this is what happens to all dirt roads after it rains, they then have to be regularly regraded with heavy machinery) and what do we see coming at us as quick as he could go? A motor home, a renter from Cruise America, this bloke was going for it, on a road definitely not suitable, (if he’d bothered to read the warning signs). Every part of this thing was vibrating and shaking, as he came towards us we could see his wing mirrors flapping like a humming birds wings, they are huge affairs and stick right out into the wind. They won’t be on by the time he’s done and Sue says wait till he’s sees in the back, milk will be butter and the inside looking like, the IRA have just paid a visit.

 

  After leaving the valley we ascended another alpine road, this one was a bit more scary, you are right on the edge, the drop is steep, and it just feels wrong. It is called Mukacuji road, it goes right to the top of a flat toped mountain, but you have to ask why? It doesn’t need to have been built, it does eventually lead to a national park, but why would you need a “short cut” to it from Mexican Hat? where the residential population must be about 20! None of it made any sense, unless it was built by apprentice civil engineers as a test or to pass an exam or something.

 

 By the time we had finished mucking about and paid a visit to the state park called “Natural bridges national monument”. Here they wanted 6 bucks, I thought I’m just not that bothered , we turned round and went to the same restaurant as last evening, the cowboy one, and got 2 more bandannas. Blast! Now I’ll have to start my own biker gang, to use them up.

 

Road Trip USA 2011

13th August, the journey from Page  started out, a bit of the usual, paradise for the none existent goat, bags of scrub land, and these tufts of brush stuff. After 50 miles the topography started to change and quite dramatically. It was as if an artist (a sodding big one) had decided to try out some new ideas, sand, stone and calcite mixed and swirled together, pinks, reds, corals ( not bad eh for a bloke, I think coral is some kind of pink) and cream it all does look jolly impressive.

 

 This artist did hold back a bit though, she didn’t make it look like you could live off the land. There is hardly anything growing, ” look! but don’t farm here ok? Try it and you will loose”  There are quite a few gouges out of the earth as well, she liked to show she could throw a tantrum. We call these gouges, canyons , arroyos,  washes, and gulches. The closer you get to monument valley, our artist starts to experiment with a change of style,  sculpture, quite modest to start with is mixed in with the swirls and sweeps. She gets bolder and more confident until there you are, magnificent mesas’ and buttes, shapes like you’ve only seen in westerns it’s magic and massive.

 A knowledge moment I’d like to share what I’ve picked up along the way, not the cigarette butt  and the quarter, I’m keeping them to myself. A mesa is a lump of rock ( think mountain here) that is flat on the top but is wider than it is high. A butte is similar but is higher than it is wide! simple ain’t it?

 

 We went into the park the stiffing was 5 bucks each, this is run by the injuns, it’s Navajo reservation land.There is an information centre in a nicely engineered building, a museum, and the usual gift shop with cowboy hats at 90 bucks! A restaurant and a hotel. I had a wonder round looking at artifacts and read the notices, on all of them there was the info  you would expect but with an undertone of plaintiveness, basically “the White man shagged us”. Yes he did , now get over it and move on for Christ’s sake! Even the bit about movie making, here they have a section celebrating John “the duke” Wayne and loads of Waynesque souvenirs. Judging by the prices they make good money out of the movie stuff.

Here again it’s mentioned that the movie companies turned  up and employed some of the Navajo as extras, wranglers, laborers and gofers. Then it ends with a whinge! ” but they bought there own camping equipment , food, and loads of other stuff and shagged us again” what a bunch of whiners. I am a fan of the indian on the whole, I liked it when Custer got it, I love it when the Indians win. I am beginning to form the opinion they just may,  have gotten what they deserved. I know it’s not very charitable, and I do think they got the shit end of the stick. But!

 

 This land where they live is a desert, it is unforgiving you can’t farm it or graze it, in short it’s crap.

 Imagine the scene, 1870s the White house, Ulysses S Grants office. In walks the scout (he looks like Robert Horton, (he was “Flint McCullough” in Wagon Train) in my mind, but you can use who you want). Grant had sent Bob ( I call him Bob, he has the same last name as me, so its ok)12 months previously to report on the monument valley area. He is still dusting the trail from his fringe jacket with his hat.

The report is delivered verbally , the words above are used liberally. ” that bad huh” says Grant. “what do you think ? Should we give it over to the Indians as a reservation”?  ” I’m not sure they would thank you” says Bob, “like I say it’s useless , its barren,they may even die out there.”

 “yeah , ok good idea , we’ll give it the Indians then and to sweeten the deal they can have 100s of square miles, they will snap it up”. “once they get some trash spread around it’ll feel just like home.”

 

 Ok they may Whinge about the past and their treatment but they are creaming us idiot tourists now, so pack it in, move on and for heavens sake get a  sense of humor.

 We did meet an Indian who had one. He was giving a talk at the Grand Canyon, on traditions and beliefs, magic, peace pipes and all that kind of injun stuff. He was quite a card, quick witted, told gags, made fun of most things and consequently put his point over very well. I spoke to him after and asked him about his sense of humor, is it unusual to have a humorous way as an Indian ? “Yes it is” he replied,” I am though, the black sheep of the tribe”. 

 He did explain however that humor for the indian was kept in the lodge, it is not an extrovert thing, so you are not likely to see Indian stand up any time soon.

 

 In the valley we went for a hike by ourselves, after enquiring about guided drives, and horse rides. Minimum 70 bucks each! But the White man shafted us? yeah right!

 The walk was 3.2 miles around the “right hand mitt butte”, these shapes of rocks have all been given obvious names like that and yes it was in a desert in the boiling heat. There was a whisper of cumulous so it shouldn’t look like a scene from Carry On Follow That Camel” , we took some provender with us though 2 liters of water, a bit of food and some sweets in a carrier bag, we are nothing if not stylish. We had hats and sun screen. Well I did. Sue thought she was either tougher than me or I was being a bit gay. Maybe the expensive hat bought in Page simply clashed with her shoe laces, how do you know a female thought process? It was  hard though, bloody hard going actually’ especially the loose sand ares, uphill, down dale and sweating like a glassblowers bottom. About 1/2 way round Sue started to fade, physically done, her tank was drying, I have never seen her this state, It is usually me who does the sunstroke gig. I worked with an encouraging, upbeat, positive attitude shoving the water and food into her and we made it back, she was tater’d big time. It was lonely out there though, totally silent but less than a mile away there was the teaming mass of humanity in the visitor centre car park although you’d never have known it.

A great opportunity I’m so glad I experienced it, I think Sue agreed after she’d sat in the car with the air conditioning on and a “mountain dew” which turned out the best 2 bucks worth in the restaurant.

 

 We left these amazing monuments behind and reached an area where our artist had another change of style, the swirling returned but using maroons and grays still chucking in the odd bits of sculpture, some quite mad, some amusing, like the Mexican hat stone, at , of all places, Mexican Hat, yep that’s what it looks like, a large, bloody large , head like stone with a big  pizza shaped one balanced on top of it, in the perfect analogy of a sombrero! Magic.

 

 Then we reached our overnight in a town more a village actually, called Bluff. we stayed in a nice B&B, and had a  great dinner in a cowboy restaurant where we were given a cowboy bandanna as a napkin, this ended up being an after dinner bonus. I was developing a burning need for one of these things, even considering nicking it and now I’ve got one as a gift, a good day!

 

Road Trip USA 2011

12th August. Not a great night sleep for some reason. Maybe it was due to not eating dinner, after the good lunch we just weren’t hungry, we did have a look at the pizza in the fridge, out of duty more than anything but it looked like shit 24 hrs later. Anyhow I think it was best not eaten in the end, there was a bit of a pong in there, I thought it couldn’t  be the pizza, so ignored it. This morning it is gone! The smell must have been the pizza then. It’s even morphed some legs and escaped! Well I’ll be goldarned!

 

 After all the years coming to this great country, I realize at long last, there is a script that should be strictly adhered to at meal times. I’ll give you an example.

 Customer, I’ll have eggs, bacon, and toast please.

 

Waiter/ ress, how’d you want your eggs? This is then accompanied by a litany of ways to cook an egg, fried, broiled , boiled, baked, bashed , scrambled, omelet, over easy, sunny side up, soot blackened, and we do the hokey cokey?

 

Customer, Scrambled ( say)

 

Waiter, howdy want your toast? White, rye, sour dough , wheat, buttered, battered or shagged?

 

Customer, wheat please

 

Waiter, ok coming right up!

 

Your food arrives, usually promptly. At no time are you to make during this initial phase any, amusing rejoinder, flippant remark, or gag. If you do there will only be a whooshing sound as the comment flies right over their head.

 

Waiter,  thereygo!

 

you will commence to eat, after a reasonable period the water will return.

 

Waiter, wrm up your coffee?

 

Customer, yes thanks,

 

Waiter, Yah welcome. How’s the breakfast?

 

Once again, you reply nothing but ” good thanks”. If you want to say, the bacons a bit salty or it’s all rather over seasoned, or it tastes like a baboons arse hole. There will be the whoosh,

 

Waiter, with earnestness “apart from that,  is it good?”.

 

Game over don’ t forget the tip.

 

Now we have done the rafting trip 15 miles down the Colorado river, from the dam near the town of Page in Colorado to a place called , Lees Ferry. Through the Glen canyon. We were lucky with our guide, an educated, easy going guy, bags of passion and he seemed to care for his flock. It was all  effin ot again in complete contrast to the water that was efin cold, Sue had a paddle , she needed to get her body temp down, I had a swim, you have to do stuff like that if you are a twat, it’s more or less compulsory. Without the hats we had to buy at hideously inflated prices in the tour company souvenir shop, we would be in hospital now. Instead we are at Lulus sleepezze motel, it sounds like a knocking shop but it’s a, not cheap, cheap motel and miss Lulu seems a nice ol bird.

 

 I have developed a new moto which I will try and live by from now on, ” if it ain’t fillet mignon it ain’t shit” that’s what we ate tonight and it was great, followed by the expected , still uncomfortable reaming, the pain is less though , I put that down to the development of calluses in my back passage.

 

 My replacement cowboy hat, although more than twice as expensive, is not a patch on the one that is several hundred miles down this same river, I seem to have  lost completely the ability to skip gayly, my mince has lost all it’s vitality, where will it all end?

 Sue’s hat on the other hand looks lovely on her, nice and feminine, very pretty, and she looks a treat in it. Aha! That gives me an idea?

 Monument Valley tomorrow!

 

Road Trip USA 2011

 11th  August, we’ve done the grand canyon at last!

 It entailed driving into Zion and past the canyon, the road was another alpine one through some amazing geology , stunning colors in the rock, pinks, oranges and various shades of white, the rock swirled and swept some amazing shapes  (sorry about amazing again) it is too difficult to describe, it has to be seen, simple as that.

 

 We continued south through farmland and scrub, somebody farmed Bison, loads of cars stopped to get there prayer mats out, no jams though this time.

 The scrub land ?I may be being unfair here but again nothing is growing but sage brush. This land it seems to me is perfect country for the goat. It’s public land Managed again of course, what needs to happen is and this is sheer genius. We get an Afghan goat herder, there are loads of them in New York driving cabs not knowing the hell where they are going. We put this man where is talents are best suited, give him say 50 goats, all he has to do is keep them together ,moving slowly ,browsing on the brush and prevent them going on the road! He could meander along the highway do 50 miles one way and 50 miles back, that would take about a year leaving a100 yard wide, neatly tended strip along each side. The goats would leave fertilizer in there wake, another bonus. They would breed during the year maybe even double in number. When they get back to the starting point, the excess is sold. For the moment, to Arabs and Jamaicans, they already love it. Now we need a bit of investment to popularize goat meat to the Americans. Next year we’ll be millionaires Rodders! The one creature we have not seen here is? yep that’s right sheep! Oh and goats of course.

 

 What can one say about the Grand Canyon? It is a canyon, well several actually, and yes it is rather grand. That undersells it by a light year I think.  Every  where you go it is quite stunning , as the sun moves round the change in light brings a new perspective we couldn’t see right to the bottom to the Colorado river that carved it, we could see a bleeding long way down though, 1000s of feet. No sign of vertigo, not like on the London eye, there were one or two having a moment and clinging to the rock wall. That is the thing, the park is so well managed as are they all, I must say. I t seems that the philosophy is to make stuff accessible to folks. Even if they want to toss themselves off, let’s make it easy. It’s brilliant I love it. The hot spots are even wheelchair accessible . We took a short hike maybe only a mile, the air at 8000 ft is a nice temperature a gental breeze kept the armpits dry, you could easily get sunstroke in these circumstances, so mind how you go.

 

  Lunch was taken in the nicest restaurant , with the stunsationalist view, most welcoming and professional staff, at the most reasonable price, I have ever experienced. That includes the fabulous revolving restaurant  on the mountain top in the Austrian Tyrol. The chef wasn’t the best though, although his blueberry pie WAS worth killing for.

 

 What a lovely day, the north rim was well worth the 5 Hr round trip.

 I would love to go again, do a proper hike to the bottom, with rucksack, and a tent. I,d probably have to be buried there though as the walk back up would make me cry just before it killed me. This is though, a great place just like Zion for a camping holiday. No Mosquitos either I don’t think they can carry enough oxygen to fly at this hight.

 

 We passed a shop on the way which made us think? They had a big sign, they sold, it appears GAS ,GUNS, AMMO, and BEER! Would you pull over a guy for drunk driving here? No I didn’t think so, me neither.

 

Road Trip USA 2011

 11th  August, we’ve done the grand canyon at last!

 It entailed driving into Zion and past the canyon, the road was another alpine one through some amazing geology , stunning colors in the rock, pinks, oranges and various shades of white, the rock swirled and swept some amazing shapes  (sorry about amazing again) it is too difficult to describe, it has to be seen, simple as that.

 

 We continued south through farmland and scrub, somebody farmed Bison, loads of cars stopped to get there prayer mats out, no jams though this time.

 The scrub land ?I may be being unfair here but again nothing is growing but sage brush. This land it seems to me is perfect country for the goat. It’s public land Managed again of course, what needs to happen is and this is sheer genius. We get an Afghan goat herder, there are loads of them in New York driving cabs not knowing the hell where they are going. We put this man where is talents are best suited, give him say 50 goats, all he has to do is keep them together ,moving slowly ,browsing on the brush and prevent them going on the road! He could meander along the highway do 50 miles one way and 50 miles back, that would take about a year leaving a100 yard wide, neatly tended strip along each side. The goats would leave fertilizer in there wake, another bonus. They would breed during the year maybe even double in number. When they get back to the starting point, the excess is sold. For the moment, to Arabs and Jamaicans, they already love it. Now we need a bit of investment to popularize goat meat to the Americans. Next year we’ll be millionaires Rodders! The one creature we have not seen here is? yep that’s right sheep! Oh and goats of course.

 

 What can one say about the Grand Canyon? It is a canyon, well several actually, and yes it is rather grand. That undersells it by a light year I think.  Every  where you go it is quite stunning , as the sun moves round the change in light brings a new perspective we couldn’t see right to the bottom to the Colorado river that carved it, we could see a bleeding long way down though, 1000s of feet. No sign of vertigo, not like on the London eye, there were one or two having a moment and clinging to the rock wall. That is the thing, the park is so well managed as are they all, I must say. I t seems that the philosophy is to make stuff accessible to folks. Even if they want to toss themselves off, let’s make it easy. It’s brilliant I love it. The hot spots are even wheelchair accessible . We took a short hike maybe only a mile, the air at 8000 ft is a nice temperature a gental breeze kept the armpits dry, you could easily get sunstroke in these circumstances, so mind how you go.

 

  Lunch was taken in the nicest restaurant , with the stunsationalist view, most welcoming and professional staff, at the most reasonable price, I have ever experienced. That includes the fabulous revolving restaurant  on the mountain top in the Austrian Tyrol. The chef wasn’t the best though, although his blueberry pie WAS worth killing for.

 

 What a lovely day, the north rim was well worth the 5 Hr round trip.

 I would love to go again, do a proper hike to the bottom, with rucksack, and a tent. I,d probably have to be buried there though as the walk back up would make me cry just before it killed me. This is though, a great place just like Zion for a camping holiday. No Mosquitos either I don’t think they can carry enough oxygen to fly at this hight.

 

 We passed a shop on the way which made us think? They had a big sign, they sold, it appears GAS ,GUNS, AMMO, and BEER! Would you pull over a guy for drunk driving here? No I didn’t think so, me neither.

 

Road Trip USA 2011

 10th August and pleased to leave Vegas on the whole, It’s alright in it’s way I suppose, I like the in your face brashness, the unashamedness of it and the thoroughly professional attitude of it’s profesional workers, the Hotel staff , waiters and the like. What is not enjoyable is the reaming, it is well done though,  a bit like a mosquito, apparently they inject a little anesthetic like substance into you before they ram home the blood sucker, that is why it only feels like a minor irritation until it’s too late. Vegas’s sleazy undercurrent is just not me, I’m not that in need of a pseudo sexual experience, I’ve more than I can cope with at home but thanks anyway now clear off!

 The Elvis thing does leave a nice after taste though.

 

We did 160 miles to Zion national park, Gladys had a monk on, until I managed to give her a damn good reboot, she sobered up and got us to our B and B, I’m sat in the “Mark Twain room” at the “Novel House” each room is modeled on a writer, e.g. Chekov, Whitman, Louis Lamour etc, Sat at a writing desk from the Mississippi steam boat era, scrawling away, I am certain you can tell by the prose , the wit, the style , it’s coming across isn’t it? Don’t answer , it was a rhetorical question anyway.

 

 We got here a bit earlier than anticipated so were able to go in the park and have a short hike. I though roughly recommend this place to you, Dove Dale on crack is my best description. I am sorry about the next statement you’ve heard it so many times now. Dead well organized. You still do all the nature stuff, but it’s not over the top hard work. On today’s hike we saw a gecko, a caterpillar it was 10 mm diameter though, and a deer browsing on some leaves only 10 feet away from us. We didn’t bother taking a photo though as he was quite well camouflaged , I think he’d been to the Bass Pro shop, or Wakefields army surplus and got fixed up real well. You could hardly see him/ her but the noise of the browsing was something else. We started the hike, in flip flops (did I mention we’re stupid?) in the late afternoon luckily it was all in the shade of the mountain, otherwise we’d have fried. Fortunately we are quite skilled at rock climbing in espadrilles, therefore experienced no problems we couldn’t overcome.

 

 Zion park then, bring your tent and do it. If you book far enough ahead (it’s August don’t forget) you could get into one of the lodges. You could beat it up, do a load of hikes, some are quite demanding by all accounts, expose yourself, no not that way , to nature in a five to 7 days stay and leave a happy person.

 We are restricted to our short visit due to a change of plan. We were scheduled to visit the Grand Canyon from las Vegas but the milage is horrific, we didn’t want a massive car day and a reaming from the park authorities , this is generally $25  a car, for a  7 day pass , you can however, I find ( too late of course)  buy an 80 dollar pass for all N P s for the year, so 4 parks in 1 year and you’ve cracked it. Plus you could have a stiffing from the Indians who own the site plus $50 to park, eek it can hurt big time.

 I need to ask you dear reader a question, I know I’m sat here wearing a string vest, it’s torn in one or two places, I will admit but am I, actually turning Scottish? Och I feel so much better now, thanks.

 

 Anyway , we are doing the grand canyon north rim tomorrow 3 hrs there 3 hrs back should be a piece of pizza. We have some left over from Sues evening meal, so we will eat it tomorrow for lunch, might even take the wine, what do you think? I had the pork chop- fabbo, with pear sauce yes pear not apple , with cinnamon, knock out! Sue is in the street trying to earn the 25 for the park fee, I reckon she will  be back before we have to leave in the morning- happy days.

 

 NB Louis lamour wrote westerns, good’ns as well, just in case you were wondering who the fs he? To deserve a place among the greats.