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USA Road Trip 2019

Simon & Jackie’s 3 month Road Trip across the USA Read more
  • Day 26 - Tunnel Vision

    May 17, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 14 °C

    Woke up having had a great night sleep 💤 Unfortunately, Jackie had been kept awake by my snoring, allegedly.

    As we enjoyed it so much, we went back to Sugar Pine Cafe for a big breakfast of eggs, French Toast etc. We kept looking round, but couldn’t find anyone who appeared willing to take care of our cheque. The is was made all the worse for the fact that Jackie was feeling a bit queasy & didn’t really fancy her breakfast after ordering it.

    We returned to the motel, packed our rucksacks & hit the road & followed California 140 back to Yosemite 🏞 National Park. The journey in was slightly torturous. We were in a procession of cars following a very slow car at the front. It was noticeable that there were more vehicles about today, either because it was Friday and people were having a long weekend or the weather forecast was better.

    Anyway we got to the Park entrance & as valued customers, we were waved through the Fast Track lane. This time I was on a mission with a clear goal. We were going to ascend The Mist Trail to Vernal Fall. We motored past the ‘tourists’ taking photos & arrived at Half Dome Village car park.

    As I drove into the car park, I did my best to avoid the potholes, but one puddle was deeper than I had anticipated & we grounded the car with an almighty crunch. Praying we hadn’t trashed the bottom of our car, we drove around the already full car park & didn’t find a space so I created a new row!!! The 1st RV that tried to get round us struggled, but ‘Hey, if you can’t manoeuvre it through tight spaces, you shouldn’t be driving it’.

    We left our abandoned car & made for The Mist Trail. I was praying it wasn’t too strenuous, because Jackie had already played the ‘sick note’. At the start, an information tent told us that The Mist Trail was very wet & slippery. We headed up a lovely tarmac path & came to a spot where the Nevada Fall was crashing down the mountain to our right. It was spectacular, but as always photos never do it justice. I particularly liked the slabs of grey granite covered with bright green moss. It reminded me of one of my favourite songs.

    We continued to a point where the tarmac path ended & granite steps took us higher to the foot of Vernal Fall. Jackie was still suffering & didn’t want to go further, so I bravely forged ahead on my own. The steps were slippery from the spray of the Vernal Fall, but I continued upwards barging grannies & kids out of my way.

    I got to the bottom of the waterfall & was blown away by the sheer beauty of it. This had to be shared, so using semaphore, I eventually got a message to Jackie telling her that she should join me. Despite her ‘illness’, Jackie trudged up to me & hopefully appreciated my scouting mission.

    We now had two options, 1. Continue upwards to the top of Vernal Fall by scaling the steps beside the fall or 2. Turning round & going back. I looked up at the steps & bravely decided that going up may be ok, BUT walking back down the saturated steps would be suicidal. NOTE: For those who may have been up or down this leg of the trail (Jonathan), you need to remember that this is Spring & the waterfalls are raging!

    We made our way slowly back down The Mist Trail, which felt more treacherous. We even stopped to fill our empty water bottle up with water off the mountain (Hopefully we won’t get the sh*ts!). Back at the bottom, we took a leisurely amble through the ‘Happy Isles’. I had to keep reminding Jackie where we were!

    We returned to our car, relieved to discover no idiot had bumped into us. We took a slow drive around the Park, taking in The Majestic Yosemite Hotel, that was previously known as the famous Ahwahnee Hotel (Why would they change the name?).....Idiots.

    We continued through Yosemite Valley & marvelled at the (mentally sectioned) lunatics that were climbing halfway up El Capitan. I noted the orange tent towards the top of El Capitan appeared to have not moved.

    It was now 3.00pm, the rain clouds were gathering above. We took the California 41 south out of Yosemite. It was now that I had to confess that we had not yet been to Tunnel View. I suspected this was the case, but I didn’t want to admit to it after saying we had been there the day before!

    Tunnel View is impressive & it was particularly as we were shrouded in clouds, but the Tunnel View was still in sunshine. We attempted a couple of pathetic selfies & an a granny offered to take some for us, which I jumped at. (The View from Tunnel View is impressive, but it was heaving with tourists, particularly Chinese or Japanese, still haven’t worked out which. I dread to think what it would be like mid morning in the summer!).

    We then drove south on 41, but yet again we got stuck in another convoy headed by a selfish inconsiderate Chinese driver, who failed to pull over & braked all the way down the mountain to Yosemite Exit. We passed through Fish Camp, Sugar Pine, Yosemite Forks to Oakhurst where we stopped for a McDonalds.

    Honestly, the main reason we stopped was to try & find somewhere to sleep for the night. McDonalds currently have a deal of 2 burgers for just $5, which we had with a coffee each. Using the WiFi, we looked at where we could stay for the night. Jackie didn’t fancy anywhere. i also sadly downloaded the McDonalds App.

    I overheard 2 middle-aged bikers discussing their sleeping arrangements, so I asked them what website they used, it wasn’t ‘grinder’. Jackie went to the loo & they showed me how to use Google Maps for accommodation. They sorted themselves out & left without saying goodbye to us....bit rude.
    Jackie was adamant that we weren’t staying where they were.

    Jackie said that she didn’t want to stay at the same place as them, so I randomly chose the ’Vagabond Inn’ at Fresno. The name sold it to me. We continued out of Yosemite, through Course Gold until we hit Fresno, a big sprawling City.

    We followed the SatNav until we reached our destination, a business park of cheap money, petrol stations & fast food outlets. The car park was full& included several brake down trucks conducting repairs. We got out & walked to reception & waited for 2 guests to check in. They were dirty road workers or breakdown recovery workers.

    In the queue, we looked at each other & both knowingly agreed this was not for us. This was confirmed by the guest who checked in before us spat a mouthful of phlegm out in the car park & another drugged loser who was totally out of it started doing karate kicks in the car park with his trousers & pants halfway down his legs.

    I drove away as quickly as I could, whilst Jackie cancelled our booking on Booking.com. In a road lay-by, we chose the town of Reedley that had two potential motels to our satisfactory standard. After driving through the most ridiculously straight roads, we arrived at our destination, Edgewater Inn. We checked in & then realised that the bikers Jackie was avoiding we in the room below us.

    A drop of beer & wine was all we needed before we were out for the count.

    FITBIT = 16,186 steps / 7.51 miles

    Song of the Day - Green & Grey by New Model Army.

    Bonus Songs of the Day :-

    Misty Mountain Hop by Led Zeppelin
    Tunnel Vision by Lenny Kravitz
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  • Day 27 - I Know What I Like!

    May 18, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 11 °C

    I wasn’t sure if today was going to be an anticlimax after Yosemite. I shouldn’t have worried.

    About 9.00am, we wandered down to breakfast, which was effectively in the motel reception. There was coffee, cereal, fruit by the ton & a waffle maker. Jackie made me a waffle & it tasted like cardboard. No more for me on this trip....coffee & fruit.

    We shared breakfast with 5 skinny lean guys, one of them told us they had travelled from all corners of the country to climb Sequoias in the National Park. He told us that they competed in National competitions & were American tree (fellas) fellers....Jackie’s joke!

    Needing to look like fitness freaks, we smuggled apples, oranges a grapefruit out of breakfast, then packed & set off for the day in another gloriously sunny day. We travelled along California 180 & climbed steeply up to the Kings Canyon National Park 🏞. It was $35 to enter at the Big Stump entrance, but of course we were waved through with our Parks Pass.

    At the visitors centre we learnt that a storm was coming in at 3.00pm & Generals Highway was be closed because of snowfall. It didn’t effect us, we were taking the Scenic Byway into Kings Canyon.

    Our 1st stop was General Grant Grove & it’s General Grant Tree, a huge Sequoia, which is the 3rd Largest Tree in the World! We took the trail that took us through a thicket of Sequoias. One was lying on it’s side & it was possible to walk through it.

    After admiring the enormity of the Sequoias, we were heading back to the car when we approached a motorcycle gang who were blocking the path. We were literally yards away when one of the bikers suddenly knelt down, pulled out a ring & proposed to his girlfriend (she said ‘yes’). It was quite a moment. The motorcycle gang were Coastside Armada Harley Club.

    We continued on our Scenic Byway heading towards snow capped mountains, then the road plummeted into the canyon. Our ears were popping from the swift drop in altitude as we negotiated the tight bends in the road. It was an exhilarating road to drive.

    We stopped at the regular scenic viewpoints & then took a turning off towards Hume Lake. Hume Lake turned out to be a Christian enclave, but the lake & mountains were pleasing on the eye. There were lots of young males that were stocky, but fit looking. My enquires revealed that they were gathered there for a ‘Football’ coaching weekend.

    The queue for refreshment was too long to endure, so we hit the road again. The road continued to cling to the mountain as we descended further. We stopped at Junction View & continued past an old fashioned petrol pump at Kings Canyon Lodge. I thought, “What idiot would need to fill up there?”

    On we went through Kings Canyon Scenic Byway & stopped at Grizzly Falls. This turned out to be a dramatic waterfall that we could get right up to the foot of. Unfortunately this meant getting saturated.

    Back in the car, I looked down at the fuel gauge & realised that the steep winding roads were taking their toll. We were in serious danger of not having enough fuel to get back out of the canyon. Brilliant.

    I now struggled to think of anything else as we proceeded on, even with the possibility of seeing bears in this ‘Bear High Risk’ area. We continued to Cedar Grove & Zumwalt Meadow, where there was the opportunity to go for a walk, but we chose not to.

    We then headed back, driving as economically as I could, but the fuel gauge was plummeting like the roads. We discussed our options, then at Kings Canyon Lodge, we saw the sign at the old fashioned fuel pump that said it was open. We pulled in & a man in a digger shouted over “Do you want fuel?”

    I nodded & he came over & started filling our car. He asked if we wanted it filled & me being concerned about how much it was costing said “Just $20 worth please”. He told me I was having $28 worth. I was not in a position to argue. Anyway, we were filling up at ‘America’s Oldest Double Gravity Pumps’. Not many people can say that!

    We drove up & out of the park & headed to a town called Visalia, along a straight road flanked by orange trees. At Visalia, we stocked up on provisions at Walmart, then searched for a suitable place to stay. We chose Sequoia Lodge, which was clean & tidy, but overpriced. The persuader for us was its location near numerous eating establishments.

    We got ourselves sorted then headed out for food. Jackie had expressed a preference for Chinese, but I said I would only have it if it had Crispy Aromatic Duck & Crispy Chilli Beef. I know what I like!! This caused a bit of an argument.

    Anyway we headed to the Chinese Garden restaurant, where we established it had neither of my favourite meals. By this time, however, I was so hungry & was happy to eat anything, so we decided to chance the Chinese. Our decision was cemented in stone, when we saw how cheap the house wine was.

    We ordered Mongolian beef, walnut & honey battered chicken, plain chow mien & rice. It was a fantastic meal and I don’t say this lightly when I say it was possibly the best Chinese I’ve ever had! We went to bed on full stomachs.

    FITBIT = 8,767 steps / 4.07 miles.

    Song of the Day - The Bends by Radiohead.
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  • Day 28 - High Winds cause Carnage

    May 20, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    Woke up to a bit of an overcast day. We had our continental breakfast at the hotel & got set for another adventure.

    We left Visalia & took the 198 up past Lake Kaweah & on to Three Rivers, which was quite a sweet village, popular with adventure tourists like us! Thirty miles after setting off, we arrived at the entrance to Sequoia National Park & joined a queue to get in. I didn’t realise it was going to be so popular.

    When we reached the entrance booth, the Park Ranger asked us if we had snow chains. We didn’t. She then informed us that we could only go as far as 6 miles until the road was closed to us due to snow. As we had a NP Pass, we went in & drove the 6 miles to Hospital Rock & picnic area.

    We got out in the rain, saw the signs warning us of it being a high risk bear area, looked at a nice rock, then got back into the car. It was about 10.30am & it was interesting to see a large group actually having a bbq, albeit a soggy one.

    We were in need of changing our plans. We decided that we would drive to Lone Pine at one of the entrances to Death Valley. We drove out & picked up & headed south on California 65, then turned east on California 155. This was a deserted road with just the odd entrance to cattle ranches & a sign saying no fuel for 55 miles.

    We drove down the road dodging squirrels & chipmunks on suicide missions, but the highlight was us both seeing a coyote (our 1st decent wildlife spot of the trip) stood in a field just watching us. I came to a gentle stop & reversed back, but unfortunately he had already disappeared.

    The road was yet another windy steep road, which entered Sequoia National Forest. The road continued upwards to pass over Green Horn Summit at 6,102ft in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Again we had to drive through slush, the temperature dropped to minus & we crept down the other side.

    On the other side, we arrived at Lake Isabella, then Weldon & Onyx before meeting up with Highway 395 & heading north. Now we had the snowcapped Sierra Nevada Mountains on our left hand side & Death Valley on our right as we travelled up through the El Camino Sierra.

    We were happily driving along, I had one hand on the steering wheel eating a cheese stick, when suddenly our car was blown violently to the right. Really scary. I slowed down & held the steering wheel with both hands. In front of us we could see massive dust clouds blowing across the road.

    Next, flashing signs warned high sided vehicles not to proceed. We continued & witnessed scenes of total carnage. 1st we came upon a lorry with its trailer on its side, then another, then a car pulling a boat on a trailer, but the boat had blown off & was now in a field. On the other carriageway, a big HGV was on its side AND was blocking the entire southbound carriageway.

    We stopped at a rest area to use the loo & it was packed with motorcyclists & people trying to secure their loads. I had never experienced wind like this. We continued & saw more vehicles on their side & eventually passed through the worst of it & into the town of Lone Pine. This is where we intended to stay tonight & we found The Portal Motel to satisfy our needs.

    Literally immediately behind our motel is Mt. Whitey, the tallest mountain in America outside of Alaska. It & it’s fellow mountains create a fantastic backdrop. We had pizza & beer, then walked it off with a stroll up & down the main drag. I was asked by a motorcycle gang to take a photo of them.

    FITBIT = 5,713 steps / 2.65 miles.

    Song of the Day - A Forest by The Cure.

    Bonus Songs of the Day :-

    Into Dust by Mazzy Star
    Another One Bites The Dust by Queen
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  • Day 29 - A Long Day in the Saddle

    May 20, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    Woke after a good night sleep to a lovely day in Lone Pine. As planned we got ready & popped next door for a McDonalds. I had a big breakfast & Jackie had a sausage McMuffin.

    The Lone Pine McDonalds must be one of the most picturesque McDonalds anywhere in the world. After breakfast we wandered trying to get the perfect photo of the surrounding mountains.

    At 10.00am sharp, we entered the Lone Pine Film History Museum & paid our $5 entry fee. At 10.05am we watched a 15 minute movie in their theatre that was all about the films 🎥 made in the Alabama Hills behind Lone Pine. Alabama Hills, I discovered were the brown lumpy things in front of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Literally thousands of Westerns had been made there, as well as more recent films such as Star Wars 5 & Iron Man.

    The museum had loads of props, exhibits & photos from the making of all the well known westerns & the actors that starred in them. These include John Wayne, Gene Autry, William Boyd, Roy Rogers, Will Rogers & Randolph Scott to name just a few. Fascinating museum.

    As we were leaving, I enquired if there was any of the old film sets were still in existence. The museum curator told us that all film companies were under an obligation to remove absolutely everything at the completion of filming. He did however give us a map to take us up to various film locations on & around Movie Road.

    We drove just the 3 miles to Movie Road & drove a loop through a dramatic landscape & where it was easy to see why the western film makers chose this location for their films.

    Conscious of the time, we left the wonderful Lone Pine & picked up California 136, then 190 into Death Valley. After passing Owens Lake, we climbed up & then down into a valley. We stopped for photos at an overlook of a canyon where now the ground was red & black sharp rocks.

    ‘But even in the freshest mountain air
    The jet fighters practice overhead’.

    As predicted by our biker buddy, Doug, American Air Force jets screamed across the Valley flying at low altitude.

    We continued to Stovepipe Wells Village where we stopped to use the facilities & I ended up buying a baseball cap / T-shirt combo. I wore it for about 5 minutes before apparently it was more important they Jackie wore the hat to protect her scalp from the now scorching sun.

    On we went & I alone got out & walked into the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes to admire the sand & dunes.

    Next stop was Harmony Borax Works to see the remains of the original borax works. Borax is an important mineral & this product was sent by train to San Francisco. When we returned to the car, I decided to change out of my jeans into shorts. Had hardly seen a soul, but I somehow attracted an audience for this change.

    We didn’t stop at Furnace Creek, then Golden Canyon was next & we went just part way though it before deciding we had seen enough. You need to pick & choose your Trails!

    We then passed Devil’s Golf Course, before turning left for the Artist’s Drive. This was a tight, bendy, up & down one way road to Artists Palette, a multitude of natural colours on the face of the Black Mountains.

    Our final stop in Death Valley was Badwater Basin, 200 sq miles of salt flats that are 282 feet below sea level. We had the standard photo with the altitude sign, then walked someway out onto the salt flats, just so we can say we had.

    That was it, we now needed to get out of Death Valley & find somewhere to star for the evening. Time was ticking on & 6 ‘o’ clock was approaching. We drove & drove southwards on California 178 praying we were going the right way, because we had had no phone signal all day.

    Eventually we arrived at a tiny little town called Shoshone that looked too small to accommodate us. My next plan was to make Pahrump, a casino town just over the State border in Nevada. We got there 30 mins later & parked up, did some googling & decided to try Saddle West Casino Hotel, which was at a bargain price.

    It was perfectly satisfactory, so we checked-in, then on the receptionists recommendation, went to the ‘Pourhouse’ over the road. It was an Indian restaurant but did American food & was like a posh sports bar. The waitress obviously didn’t know us, because she asked, “Have you eaten curry before?” Have we? She then asked how hot we liked our curry between 3 & 10? She plumped for 8.

    We ordered & shared a decent curry washed down with a couple of beers. We should have asked for aa 9 or 10!

    On Jackie’s insistence we popped into the casino at our hotel, but unfortunately we didn’t really understand how to play, so after losing $3 we called it a night.

    I may have a short memory, but could be my best day yet!

    FITBIT = 12,754 steps / 5.92 miles.

    Song of the Day - Whatever Happened To Randolph Scott by The Statler Brothers .

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    225 by New Model Army
    Into the Valley by The Skids
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  • Day 30 - Viva Las Vegas!

    May 22, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    Woke up in the wonderfully named town of Pahrump, Nevada. I caught with the news & was disappointed to see that the British pound is now at a record low against the US dollar. Perfect news for a 3 month road trip. Luckily, Jackie had used her BlueLightCard last night & saved well over $100 for a 3 night stay in The Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas...every bit counts!

    I got ready & at 8.30am I toddled down to reception to get 2 free cups of coffee. It was funny to see that there was already (or still) people playing the machines in the Casino & puffing away on their fags.

    After checking out of reception, we drove over to the Laundromat opposite & fed the machines with 25 cent coins. It was like being back in the Casino again, they paid out the same amount!

    We drove out north of town & eventually found our next point of interest, Coffin It Up. Apparently they made exotic coffins to order. When we got there we found it to be a private house with a fence round it & a macabre, hopefully fake, graveyard in it’s grounds. I got out to take a couple of photos & saw the sign that said ‘Private Property. Trespassers will be Violated. Survivors will be Shot’.

    Now lunchtime, we stopped for a burger at Sonic America’s Drive in. We were impressed & will have it again over a McDonalds. Next stop on the agenda was brothels!!

    We drove out into the middle of nowhere, primarily to see an (in)famous brothel called The Resort at Sheri’s Ranch, which is owned be an ex-homicide detective, Chuck Lee & was previously known as The Original Sheri’s Ranch Brothel. It was fine, but not a great deal to look at.

    Next door, however, was ‘Yes, The Best Little Whorehouse In The West’. It was The World Famous Historic Chicken Ranch,which proudly advertised itself as ‘Voted #1 Nevada Brothel of the Year’.

    We parked up outside it & actually it looked more like a brothel theme park. More signs advertised ‘Free Tours & Gift’ and ‘The Leghorn Bar & Souvenirs’. By the front door there was a novelty cut out of a lady & a cowboy for you to put your head on for a photo, regrettably we didn’t. I also noticed that there was disabled parking spaces. Men & Women were welcome, but we didn’t go in.

    Instead we drove the the 60 odd miles to Las Vegas. Our 1st stop was the ‘Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada’ sign. There were a hundred plus people there, many in a long queue to have your photo taken immediately in front of it by a volunteer photographer. We chose not to wait & took our photos at the side.

    We then drove along The Strip (not so impressive during daylight hours) & on into Downtown Vegas. We passed the World Famous Chapel of the Bells, the Little Vegas Chapel (that did Elvis 🕺 weddings), the Little White Chapel & Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel to name just a few. They were all next door to each other on just one street.

    Our next stop was the World Famous Gold & Silver Pawn Shop, the scene of one of my favourite TV programmes by the same name. There was no filming going on, but we were allowed to go into the still operational pawn shop to look around & buy stuff or souvenirs. Next door was Chumlee’s Candy shop & Rick’s BBQ Joint. It is now a massive money making enterprise & the main ‘stars’ are now multi millionaires.

    We then drove to the kitsch Flamingo Hotel & self parked (if you’re too lazy you could get a valet to do it for you). It was now just after 4.00pm & the queue to check in was horrendous. I queued in the long check-in line, whilst Jackie attempted to speedy self check-in. She just beat me, but didn’t have the bonus of chatting to an English woman who had just flown in from Gatwick for a wedding & behind her an elderly mother with a Down Syndrome daughter who had driven down from Wyoming to see the Donny & Marie Show playing in our hotel. Apparently they lived in the same small town as Donny & Marie’s mother.

    After asking for help, we finally made it to our room #5056, which I would describe as tasteful, but minimalistic. You’re not supposed to sit in your room in Vegas, so we didn’t. A quick shower & we were out.

    We wandered around our hotel trying to get our bearings & looked at the outdoor flamingo park in the middle. We then hit The Strip & turned down The Linq Promenade, which was new since we had last visited. It was full of bars & had the High Roller (Vegas equivalent of the London Eye) the end. We chose a bar for a beer & to do some people watching. As it’s said ‘Anything Goes in Vegas’ & dress sense certainly does. People were wearing literally anything. The worst offenders were overweight girls wearing way too skimpy outfits & it wasn’t a pretty sight.

    Next stop was The Bellagio which we strolled through, but hadn’t really changed since before. I’m my opinion it is too posh for Vegas. We circled the giant lake outside & timed it right to watch the fountain show, played to My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.

    We then did Caesars Palace, but our timing were all wrong for the Fall of Atlantis fountain show. Now hungry we returned to The Linq Promenade & selected Off The Strip, a bar & grill. We were shown to our table & then a rather surly waiter took our drinks & food order.It took several attempts to establish that they only served Heineken beer on tap & then only by the pint. Not a great start, then he plonked our cutlery down as he passed.

    We waited at least 15 minutes for a drink & contemplated walking out, but eventually he plonked down our 2 beers with a large head. I was not impressed & I’m sure my face said so. He then reconfirmed our food orders & completely had Jackie’s wrong. She ordered salmon & he thought she wanted a cheeseburger! He was definitely not getting a tip.

    10 minutes later & weirdly out of the blue, our waiter came over with another waiter who gave us 2 pints of beer free of charge & said he was our new waiter, who turned out to be over friendly. Our new waiter soon brought my gnocchi (which he pronounced with a Ker) & Jackie ‘s salmon. All very nice. The check arrived with it’s suggested tips of 18%, 22% or 25%. Not a chance, we left about 8% & did a runner.

    We returned to our Flamingo Hotel & Jackie took to the machines again. We only had $10 cash, because the hotel ATM was charging $9.99 fee! I found a good old fashioned fruit machine that took our $10 & we could play at 1 cent a spin. We had 1000 credits. This was my type of gambling, but we struggled to make a dent in our credits, so we joined the high rollers & started playing for 5 cent a go.

    The absolute bonus was that a cocktail waitress asked if we wanted a drink. I told we would but couldn’t tip her, but she didn’t mind, so she brought us a bottle of beer each. Result!! That was us done for the night.

    FITBIT = 17,165 steps / 7.97 miles.

    Song of the Day - Viva Las Vegas by Elvis Presley.

    Bonus Songs of the Day :-

    A Little Bit Country - A Little Bit Rock ‘n Roll by Donny & Marie Osmond
    My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion
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  • Day 31- The Minute You Walk In The Joint

    May 23, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    Not the best start to the morning! I sat on the toilet & shut the door only to be blinded by the shocking pink mural.

    We went down to get our free $18 worth of breakfast. 2 coffees & a quiche & a Flamingo croissant cost $25. We had to pay the difference for very greasy food. During breakfast, Jackie tried to upload more funds on to our Caxton prepaid card, but it was blocked. This meant returning to the room & having a long wait contacting the Bank & then explaining to them what we were doing & our problem.

    Eventually we got out & went to the free monorail, but it wasn’t. Change of plan then, we proceeded along The Strip in a southerly direction. We passed the shops in the parade in front of Bally Hotel & used the ATM. We looked to withdraw $200, got to the end of the transaction & suddenly it announced it was going to charge us $5.95. No way.

    We continued & enquired about tickets for David Copperfield at a Tix4Tonight stall. Apparently David had had some time off & he was literally just returning to continue his run of shows. We were quoted $81. Thanks we will bear that in mind.

    We then found another ATM recommended by the receptionist in a Travelodge Hotel. Jackie took out our $200 & was charged with a $3.95 fee. Whilst Jackie was doing we banking stuff, I was accosted by 4 showgirls wearing just nipple tassels & feathers. They asked me to take a photograph, but I came over all embarrassed, fluffed my lines & meekly said, “Maybe later”.

    Now $200 better off, we zigzagged through Planet Hollywood Hotel, then out & toward the MGM Hotel. We found a Tickets On Demand booth & enquired about D.C. tickets. We were quoted $71, getting better. In to MGM we went & found the official ticket office for all MGM shows. The guy I spoke to offered us tickets starting at $90 for the very back row going up to $250 for meet & greet seats at the front. Thanks for your help.

    We had a wander around MGM then headed out of one door & saw Hooters Hotel & Casino on the other side of a 12 carriageway road. I somehow managed to persuade Jackie we needed to check it out. Half an hour later we had crossed the road & walked into Hooters. It was quite tame But we decided to play a fruity & try & blag a free drink.

    We got out the princely sum of $5 & sat a machine requiring a minimum bet of 20 cent. Before we knew it we were on a winning streak & got up to about $23, the only problem was the waitress was like the scarlet pimpernel. Eventually we caught the attention of one & a second immediately followed. We ordered a free beer & even tipped the waitress a dollar each. After 45 minutes of good fun we walked out over $5 up.

    We made our way to back to the Tickets On Demand booth to buy our $71 David Copperfield tickets. Unfortunately the only tickets they had left for the 7.00pm performance were at $132. We enquired & picked up some apparently prime location seats for $71 got his show the following night. Today was going well financially!!

    We popped into New York, New York Hotel primarily to see the scariest roller coaster we had ever been on, that used to actually go in & out of the hotel. We couldn’t see it, so I enquired & apparently it doesn’t anymore. Sharp-eyed Jackie noticed that it was now happy hour & drinks were half price & they had deals on food. We took advantage with a plate of wings & 2 large beers.

    After what felt like the perfect lunch, we put $5 into a slot machine. Again we did well & I left $5 up. We headed on to The Strip & bought some cheap booze & a tacky drinks holder. We continued & then we were accosted by 2 more feather adorned dolly birds. They asked if I wanted a photo & I took photos of them with Jackie. They then demanded a tip of $10 each for the privilege. I handed over $5 for them to share & we hurried on with them calling me back or names or something!! My photos had better be worth it!

    With my $5 fleeced, we headed back to the Flamingo for a quick nap before hitting Downtown later. Jackie insisted on spending her $5 winnings in the fruit machine which she did in 10 seconds flat.

    Back in our room, we played Instagram tennis with Sue Drackett, our friend from up north, who was literally over the road lording it up in The Bellagio. Sue was off to a show, we were heading Downtown to the Fremont Street Experience.

    Around 6.00pm we caught a bus to Downtown Vegas & entered Fremont Street. It was still too light for the ceiling light show, so yet again we popped into a Casino. We found a 25 cent fruit machine & Jackie was quickly stuffing her $5 into it. I popped to the loo & returned to find she was in credit by over $15. We’re in the money 💰

    I went in search of a cocktail waitress & found the same fruit machine we had had success on in Hooters. It is all lights & noise & requires more player interaction. Jackie cashed out of her machine & inserted her $15 slip into Crazy Money II. We were playing 20 cents a spin & were still continuing to make a small profit. I had now gotten the attention of a waitress & the free beers were flowing.

    At one point, I noticed that Jackie had accidentally hit the 160 cents a spin, but before I could stop she had hit the button & the machine went crazy. Phyllis from Philadelphia, who was sat next to us, assisted us to maximise our winnings by playing the money catch (You have to tap the dollar notes as they fly around the screen) for us. WELL, she won us about $140 & it was high fives all round with total strangers. We’re really in the money 💰 💰

    We continued playing (Note: Quit when you’re winning) & actually got up to $168 in credit. We eventually walked away, several free beers later & with a payout ticket of $135.11.

    By now it was getting late for us, so we walked up & down Fremont Street. It was all action, a light show was playing on the arched ceiling, people in zip wire sleeping bags whizzed over our heads & a band was playing on stage. There were all sorts of freaks & hustlers & beggars. One muscular bloke was stopped beside a sign saying ‘Kick Me in the Nuts. Bet you Kick Like a Bitch’ & needless to say, there were scantily clad women trying to extort money for photos.

    We then caught the bus back to The Strip & our hotel. We were starving, but had a disagreement over which stop to get off at, so we called it a night. It was late for us - about 11.30pm.

    FITBIT = 19,078 steps / 8.86 miles.

    Song of the Day = Big Spender by Shirley Bassey.
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  • Day 32 - Chased down the Street by Elvis

    May 24, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

    A smoother start to the morning than yesterday. We got our nearly free breakfast & headed out north on The Strip.

    Our 1st stop of the day was The Venetian & it’s classy shops. We strolled through the piazza & came upon a gallery of the most amazing framed photographs by photographer, Peter Lik. The sales assistant / curator chap must have recognised a couple of high rollers had walked in because he latched on to us & gave us all the spiel as if we were buy one. He also took us into a ‘secret’ private room to look at the latest photo not yet for sale. It was of a chrome American bomber in an aircraft hangar. It was stunning. The guy then slowly dimmed the lights & certain parts of the photo sort of glowed. I was dying to ask how much it was. The Venetian is definitely one of my favourite hotels in Vegas. I liked it’s Love themed lobby.

    We continued on to the ‘new kid on the block’, the Wynn Hotel. It looked & felt expensive, but there wasn’t a huge amount to see. Jackie was now suffering from withdrawal symptoms & needed a fix of slot machines. We hunted high & low for our favourite Crazy Money II machine. We eventually located a Crazy Money Deluxe, but the minimum bet was 60 cents. This is the trouble with the high-end hotels.

    We left, crossed the road, scurried past the Fashion Show & entered Treasure Island Hotel. The moment we opened the door it smelt cheap & nasty. This was what we were looking for & it had our Crazy Money II. We sat down & almost instantly we were both up. Did we walk? “No”. We had 2 free beers each & ended up between us down less than $5 for about an hours entertainment.

    We continued down the strip & saw Elvis in a mobility scooter. I took a photo when he had his back to us, but after we had passed him, I turned & hid in a bush to take a front shot. Unfortunately he caught me (before I could take one) & then all hell broke loose. He screamed, “You asshole, you f**king asshole” over & over again. He also was screaming that he hoped I’d die & would be buried in a white casket. Not only this but he has chasing after me in his mobility scooter. Luckily for me there were a lot of people about & he struggled to get through the crowds quick enough as we hurried away. Eventually I think he gave up, because we could no longer see him, but could still hear him hollering that I was an asshole. You couldn’t make it up!

    To be on the safe side we went up a flight of steps & ducked into the Mirage Hotel. Jackie was not impressed & urged me not to take photos of weirdos again. All this fun had made us hungry, so we went to Panda Express. We shared a plate of food consisting of orange chicken, teriyaki chicken, Beijing beef & chow mien. It was gorgeous.

    After, we went back to our Flamingo Hotel, where Jackie had her 2nd fix of Crazy Money II. We again had a free drink & lost just under $5 between us. This was working out to be a cheap way of drinking if you are frugal like me or a ‘tight bastard’ as Jackie calls me.

    It was 2.50pm & I suggested we catch The Atlantis Show In Caesar’s Palace which was starting in 10 minutes. It was slightly further than I calculated & it was the fastest 10 minute walk of our lives. It had literally just started, but sadly it hadn’t changed since we were last here around 20 years ago.

    We then went back to our hotel room for a quick rest before the nights entertainment. At 6.00pm, we took the monorail from the back of our hotel to the MGM Hotel. $5 each for a journey lasting only a couple of minutes!

    At MGM we made our way to the auditorium & found our seats for the David Copperfield show. We were in a table of 6, but close to the stage. Frank & Leila from Florida were already seated at our table & we were at the last minute joined by 2 Chinese lads.

    Prior to the show actually starting there were a lot of warnings about taking photos or using phones during the show. It seemed a bit over the top. We were then all told to put on a wristband & to take out our phones & send an email to David Copperfield & he would send one back later.

    At 7.10pm David arrived on a motorcycle out of thin air. He opened his routine with a few gags, then he produced a large sheet of paper with his ‘wish list’, that was photographed with him holding, then folded up & given to some poor bloke in the front row to guard with his life. At 7.20pm we all received an email, except Jackie who hard a ‘Failure To Send’ notice!! We were all told to not open the email & to put our phones in a black box on the table.

    David Copperfield looked old, despite all the cosmetic enhancements, but he was funny & engaged with the audience much more than I expected. His first main trick was to make one of his helpers disappear, not on stage but in the audience, just yards from us. His catch phrase was “How about that”.

    To randomly select people from the audience, frisbees & balls were thrown about several times & he would then interact with them. Unfortunately for him, nearly all the random people turned out to be foreign & spoke only poor English. It was hilarious him trying to get a conversation or answers out of them & you could sense he was getting annoyed. Just one example was when he asked a Japanese woman for a number between 1 & 50, to which she replied 55.

    One blindfolded woman had to select just one of a 100 ribbons connected to card each with a different word on it that we could see. Once she had selected her ribbon the card attach read TRUTH. We all raised our wristbands, the lights were dimmed & the word TRUTH was appeared on our wristbands under UV lights.

    Anyway during the show he collected various facts & numbers from random people. He also made a car appear on columns that several members of the audience were holding on to. The showstopper was a 20 ton spaceship that appeared out of nowhere & hovered just feet over our heads before moving around above without any apparent means of propulsion or suspension, then landed at the back of the stage.

    The finale was for him to get the bloke in the front row to pass back the large sheet of paper which was opened to reveal that his wish list corresponded with all the random facts collected during the show. David then disappeared in a puff of smoke & reappeared in the audience, but came back to remind us to open the email he sent to us (well most of us) at 7.20pm. It was a photo of him & the wish list showing all the facts & answers that were collected during the show from the audience. That’s magic.

    He did a lot more things, too many to mention but it was a great show even if it was a bit cheesy. He was definitely funnier than we expected. We are so glad we saw him, for us he sums up Vegas.

    Afterwards we walked back along The Strip taking in all the lights, sights & sounds. At 9.30pm we stopped for another Panda Express to share, then got to The Mirage for the 10pm Volcano show.

    We were now done, we stopped in our hotel to play our favourite slot machine & pretty quickly lost $30. We only had time for one drink, but you need to know when to quit!!

    FITBIT = 22,014 steps / 10.23 miles.

    Song of the Day - A Kind of Magic by Queen.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    Elvis Ain’t Dead by Scouting for Girls
    Just An Illusion by Imagination
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  • Day 33 - Damn Good Day

    May 25, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

    Woke up & spent @n hour or so contemplating where we would be sleeping for the next 3 nights. It was Memorial Day weekend & all the Americans were celebrating by staying anywhere other than their home. As a result hotel/motel prices were pushed through the roof. We were done with Vegas. It needs to be experienced, but it feels good to leave.

    I bagged two nights at a motel in St George, Utah for Saturday & Sunday night for less than £100, it got good reviews but we will make up our own mind. In the meantime we couldn’t decide where to stay tonight.

    Our friend, Gav Farley, suggested we visit a ghost town called Nelson. It was about 46 miles south of Vegas, but by god it was worth a visit. In the absolute middle of nowhere you arrive at this town in a time warp. A Signpost directed you to park, then visit reception. We did & the owner informed us of the dangers of touching the cacti 🌵. The spikes had barbed spikes, which could only be removed at hospital. We were also told to report any sightings of rattlesnakes.

    After our briefing, we wandered around the estate, that included 70 rusty old fashioned motor vehicles that were rusty to the point of being Art!! It had old buildings to wander in & out of which were full of junk / antiques / Americana, crashed WW2 aircraft & an old mine. It was a fantastic place very photogenic that had been used for various film & photo shoots.

    We continued to the dead end, that overlooked the Colorado River after it had negotiated the Hoover Dam. A quick photo & we followed the deserted desert road back the way we had come to the Historic Boulder City, the home of The Hoover Dam. What a lovely little town it turned out to be.

    We drove along the main drag lined with motels towards the historic centre. We played Booking.com ‘I-spy’ & took a fancy to El Rancho Boulder Motel. I noted the cheapest price of $92 on Booking.com then went in to haggle. I enquired with the owner & he told me he had just one non-smoking room left for $122. I told him it was cheaper on Booking.com & he told me it wasn’t.

    I told him I’d just enquire with the wife, then we both went in, me armed with my iPad open on the Booking.com app. I pointed out to him his mistake & he pointed out mine. The cheaper room was the smoking double bed only. He wasn’t very good at hiding his annoyance, so we checked in without further disagreement before he refused to let us stay.

    Having checked in, we headed out to Hoover Dam, which we had previously visited over 20 years ago. We were subject of a security check for guns, then we parked up & walked up to the Memorial Bridge Walkway which was new to us. I got a funny bottom looking down at the Dam from a great height, but I managed to take & pose for the odd photo. We then drove over the Hoover Dam into Arizona did a U turn & then back again.

    Back in Boulder City we stopped at the local supermarket for a few provisions, mainly fruit & wine, then dumped our bags in the motel room. It was a lovely sunny day so we took a stroll into the ‘Historic’ part of Boulder City. It was very nice, bars, restaurants & my favourite, random statues everywhere. We got to the top of town & saw an outdoor event in full swing.

    It was the ‘15th Best Dam Barbecue Challenge’ which had vendors from all over the region selling their bbq wares, as well as other foods including massive funnel cakes & frozen chocolate covered bananas. There was also live music initially from local ‘talent’ Mario, then a rock n roll band. We felt obliged to eat here, it would have been rude not to, so we ‘shared’ a plate of ribs with a side of beans & ‘slaw from the Great Basin Cooking Co. Needless to say it was delicious, but we still had room for something else. I wanted a funnel cake, but they were just too big, so we opted for a foot long Cajun sausage hotdog. Lovely.

    Seriously in need of lubrication, we walked back into town & found an outdoor bar, 2Wheels Garage Grill with karaoke. The bar is in an old converted fuel station. The drinks were cheap, Jackie had margaritas & I stuck to beer, that went down well in the sun. It was a great atmosphere, even when the music was deafened out by the roar of a motorcycle gang that parked up outside. The ‘gang’ were actually ‘Brother’s Keeper MC’, which is a world wide motorcycle club for Firefighters.

    It was such a great evening we stayed there pretty much all night, then staggered back to our motel.

    FITBIT = 10,594 steps / 4.92 miles.

    Song of the Day - Ghost Town by The Specials.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    Ghost Town by Angelic Upstarts
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  • Day 34 - Into The Valley (of Fire)

    May 25, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    Woke up late, to have Jackie moaning that she hadn’t slept. Apparently there was a party in the room next door, then when that finished my snoring kept her awake. There was now lots of noise in the car park outside & when I looked through the curtains there were loads of speedboats on trailers in our car park, presumably going for a day on Lake Mead.

    We were going to get a coffee in town, but the high street had become a car park with boats & trailers. Instead we headed off towards St George in Utah. We picked up Highway 515 northbound into the outskirts of Las Vegas, where we hit heavy traffic. I made a snap decision that we would visit the Valley of Fire State Park that I knew was on the way.

    Our phone SatNav told us to take the next exit, then a few left & right turns. It was getting rougher & rougher, then suddenly we were in what can only be described as ‘crack alley’. It was horrendous, in one very short stretch there was in excess of 100 people in nothing more than dirty rags literally crashed out on the side of the road amongst piles of rubbish. Luckily for Jackie, she was so busy googling she didn’t look up. I was so shocked / needing to concentrate that I didn’t hit one that I failed to take a photo. I had never seen anything like it in all my years................. blah, blah, blah.

    I was happy when we joined up with Interstate 15 which took us.past the Muddy Mountains & to the turning for the Valley of Fire State Park. At the entrance to the Valley of Fire, we paid the $10 fee, got our map, then headed in on the Scenic Route. I say it every time, but again it was magnificent.

    As you are expected to do we followed the Scenic Route through the park, stopping at all the trails & views. We stopped at the Beehives (rocks that nature had sand blasted like beehives), Arch Rock (self explanatory) & Atlati Rock with it’s petroglyphs.

    We then followed White Domes Road & stopped to walk the Rainbow Vista Trail. It was a nice easy trail, then went vertically up a smooth rock. We scaled up it & had wonderful 360 degree panoramic views. We took a side road to Fire Canyon / Silica Dome, but it was nothing to shout about. We continued on the spectacular drive to the White Domes Loop took a photo the headed back.

    Our next stop was Mouse’s Tank Trail. It was a half mile walk in sand & the sun beating down on us. Along the route were more petroglyphs on the rocks, but the end of the trail was an anticlimax, a puddle in the rocks. Jackie summed it up by observing that the longer the trail, the less impressive the outcome. It didn’t help that she was wearing flip-flops & most people were In hiking boots 🥾.

    We continued & stopped at a ‘Petrified Log’ which conjures up all sorts of visions. Jackie was going nowhere, but I scaled the mountain to look at the Log & admire the views from the top. That was it, we were now on our way on the Valley of Fire Highway, then turned north to St. George & the Dixie Palm Motel.

    We passed through Overton & Moapa Valley on the 169, before rejoining Interstate 15. We passed Bunkerville, Mesquite, then crossed the State Border into Nevada. We continued past Beaver Dam & through Virgin River Gorge until we were suddenly in Utah. Somewhere along the line were now an hour ahead.

    We drove into St. George & located our Dixie Palm Hotel. It is on a busy road, but has everything that Jackie requires. After a shower to get all the red sand & dust off us we had a quick beer & walked up the road for a Taco Bell. I was a virgin. We both ordered a taco & quesadilla steak combo. The taco was tasty but underwhelming, but the quesadilla was lovely.

    We planned to stop for a frozen custard from Nielsen's Frozen Custard just up the road, but the queue was ridiculous. I am desperate to try one but the queue looked like we could be waiting all night. We continued back to the motel & I saw a couple eating a frozen custard. I asked them if it was worth the wait & he said yes, but it won’t change your life. We chatted to them for about 5 minutes, they were from Texas, but he was originally from Carmel. They gave us a couple of tips of places to visit in Texas. We will try to sample the frozen custard before we move on.

    We sat out at our Motel & imbibed in a few drinks whilst watching the world go by & catching up on our social media. There are parties going on everywhere, but we are hoping to get an early night.

    FITBIT = 12,529 steps / 5.82 miles.

    Song of the Day - Valley of Fires by Moore S.

    More facts- we downloaded a Thermometer App which showed it to be 86 degrees in the Valley of Fire State Park.
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  • Day 35 - Memorial Day Weekend Chaos

    May 26, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    Woke up late & had a Big Breakfast each at McDonalds. Full we hit Interstate 15 northbound, then turned off on to Highway 9 to Hurricane, then on through La Verkin, Virgin & Rockville.

    Today was the Sunday of the Memorial Day Weekend & the roads were remarkably quiet & it was a very enjoyable drive. I was praying that the Americans were not stupid enough to go to a National Park this weekend. Our intention was to visit Zion National Park.

    We arrived in Springdale & it got noticeably busier & busier. People were parking on both sides of the road & any other spare piece of land. I saw car parks charging $30. We established that they walking to a series of free bus shuttle stops into Zion. I hadn’t done my research properly, otherwise I would have known that it was mandatory to take a shuttle bus on the 6 mile scenic drive!

    We decided to continue & take our chances, despite signs warning us that all car parks in Zion were full. We arrived at the park entrance & went straight to the front of the queue as a National Parks Annual Pass holder. We spoke to the Ranger who said we could drive through to the East Entrance or turn around, find somewhere to park & get the Shuttle Bus.

    We chose the former & drove through Zion NP for several miles. We were surrounded on all sides by massive rock faces & our road took us up Zion - Mount Carmel Highway too a long traffic jam. We were now stuck, but luckily it was just a 20 minute wait to pass through the Zion - Mount Carmel Tunnel. On the other side, there were hundreds of vehicles queuing to enter the park & because the road was so narrow they couldn’t turn round.

    We continued along this scenic highway & stopped for photos at Checkerboard Mesa, a massive rock with square grooves in it. A radical change of plan was required & we decided to visit Bryce Canyon National Park instead. To be honest the scenery was so nice, it was a pleasure just to be driving through it.

    At Mt Carmel Junction, we turned left, north on Highway 89, through Orderville, Glendale & Hatch. Next we turned on to Highway 12 to Red Canyon, where we stopped for a leg stretch. It will come as no surprise that Red Canyon involves red rocks.

    Unfortunately I saw quite a few people clambering up the rock, so I suggested to Jackie that we do the same. At the foot of the rock (mountain) was a sign saying photo trail. It sounded good to me. We commenced our ascent up a steep narrow track of red rubble. We got to a point for a breather & I couldn’t help going just that little bit further.

    I got to where I wanted to get to with legs now like jelly, but realised it was twice as scary going back down. My journey back down, mainly on all fours, was made all the worse by a little kid about 4 years old, right behind me making lots of stupid noises. When we finally got down our hearts were racing. We won’t be doing that again in a hurry!

    On we drove to the less popular Bryce Canyon National Park 🏞 & was pleased to see that we were allowed in without any warnings. Obviously we didn’t have to pay the $35 entry fee & proceeded into the park. There was a big car park for people to park up & use the shuttle bus, but we don’t ‘share’ transport, even if that is what the Rangers want you to do.

    We drove along the spine to the far end of the park, now at an elevation of 9115 feet & visited the lookouts of Yovimpa Point & Rainbow Point for some lovely views. It was sunny, but very cold. I looked a bit stupid in my T-shirt, shorts & adventure sandals. There was even snow still on the ground. We then headed back stopping at Black Birch Canyon, Ponderosa Canyon, Agua Canyon & the visually stunning Natural Bridge.

    We stopped at Fairview Point & took a little hike to Piracy Point. Next we turned off for Bryce Point, but joined a queue into the busy car park. We were waved in & told to go all the way round. There was no free parking space, so I abandoned the car & run over to get some snaps.

    As I returned to the car, an officious Ranger spotted me & said “Why have you stopped your car?” I replied “Because there weren’t any spaces”. He replied, “That’s because its Holiday weekend”. Jackie piped up, “Yeah, we know that”.

    I could see this was going to end badly, so I jumped back in the car & said “We’re just leaving”. I could hear him shouting after us “When there are no spaces you have to just drive on”. As we were driving away they closed the road to this car park. We were not happy, but could see the logic behind it. They needed to get the shuttle buses in & out.

    We drove on to Inspiration Point, where again we waved around the car park without a space being available. I was not letting this happen again, so we did a U turn down the road & went back in again & got a space. We walked to Inspiration Point & like a couple of others, went to the edge for a better photo. I also took a short burst of video footage of Jackie.

    We had just finished when a Ranger came running over & told us & others to come away from the edge because it wasn’t safe. She said the rocks were prone to crumbling & spoke of recent deaths in other parks.

    We stopped finally at Sunrise Point, where a Chinese woman climbed through the fencing on to a tiny ledge just so her friend could take a photo. Utter madness.

    With Bryce Canyon now done (or we were) we had a 2 & a half hour drive back to St George. The rain was also on its way.

    We finally arrived back in St George at 7.30pm, stopped at a heaving Chilis for dinner. We had fajitas & ribs, which were just so-so. The back to our Motel for a wine & bed.

    FITBIT = 8,799 steps / 4.08 miles.

    Song of the Day - In The Crowd by The Jam.
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  • Day 36 - What a Washout!

    May 27, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    Woke up to a very wet and cold Memorial Day as the weather forecast had predicted. It was our intention today to again try and properly visit Zion National Park, hoping that the crowds had disappeared due to the inclement weather.

    After checking out of the motel we drove down to Bear Paw Cafe which was allegedly renowned for its waffles and for which we had a 10% discount voucher. Unfortunately there was a massive queue outside so we didn’t bother to stop.

    Instead we drove on to the Mormon Temple in St George, where Jackie declared she wasn’t going into the visitor centre. I went in alone, whilst Jackie wandered around the grounds. After a quick couple of photos we were done and on our way to Zion National Park.

    We turned off to Hurricane and we noticed that the roads were visibly more busy than yesterday. We pulled over & contemplated our options.

    1. We could drive back to Zion and see what the crowds were like and if it was too busy just drive through like we did yesterday.

    2. We could take the ring road to the South of Zion straight to Kanab.

    We didn’t fancy getting wet, squashed into a shuttle bus & possibly not seeing much of Zion anyway due to the low lying snow clouds. So we agreed on option 2. Well Jackie told me that was the option we were taking.

    We took Highway 59 eastbound & soon we were in Arizona on Highway 389 & putting our clocks back an hour. We drove through driving rain & made our 1st stop at Apple Dumpling UFO Docking & Teleportation Center. Basically it is some UFO paraphernalia in a field! We took a photo & continued.

    Next stop was Pipe Springs National Monument. Apparently, American Indians, Mormon Pioneers & others have all relied on the water from this spring. We went in a side entrance, saw that it was a $10 entry fee & walked straight back out again. As Jackie pointed out, it was probably just a load more Indians trying to sell us stuff.

    Before we knew it, we were back in Utah & changing our clocks again. Still raining, we parked up & walked into the local Visitors Centre to enquire what we could do on a rainy day like today.

    We were given details of a Heritage Museum, also the Little Hollywood Movie Set Museum (which is better on a dry day) & details of a scenic drive through Johnson Canyon. The young assistant raved about this & said it was better in the wet because it made the rocks glisten. She helpfully gave us a glossy leaflet with things to look out for.

    We would check out Johnson Canyon after we’d had something to eat. We walked up & down the historic high street, but nothing took our fancy for brunch, so we drove to a supermarket for rolls & cheese. We then travelled to Johnson Canyon for our driving tour. At 2.6 miles we looked for, but failed to see the “Lion’s Head”. Half a mile later we failed to find “Eagle Gate Arch”, then Pioneer Grave.

    Out 1st positive sighting was the “Old Gunsmoke Movie Set”, then some old Pioneer farm equipment & then graffiti on a rock described as a “Pioneer Billboard & Indian Writings”. We continued to the end of the road & into the canyon, but the visibility was poor due to the weather. The canyon would probably have been impressive to us if we hadn’t seen so many fantastic ones before.

    On the way back we spotted “Lion’s Head” & “Eagle Gate Arch”. Heading back into Kanab we stopped at a Laundromat & took the opportunity to get our dirty washing done. With that done, we checked into our motel, Aiken’s Lodge.

    Later that evening we had dinner at The Rocking V Cafe. I had mac ‘n’ cheese & Jackie had a grilled shrimp salad. It was nice, but took a little long to get our dinner. We were both shattered & needed an early night.

    FITBIT = 5,151 steps / 2.39 miles.

    Song of the Day - Iron Lion Zion by Bob Marley & The Wailers.
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  • Day 37 - A Blot on the Landscape

    May 28, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

    Still raining when we woke up. Popped into reception for our continental breakfast of coffee & cake!

    At 10am, we drove into the car park of Little Hollywood Movie Set Museum 🎥 in Kanab. It was free entry, but we put a couple of dollars in the donations box. Kanab was the location for numerous western movies & TV programmes. We started off watching 2 short videos that explained the history of movie making in the area & what was at the museum.

    The Museum had movie sets from The Outlaw Josey Wales & The Lone Ranger filmed locally. We had an enjoyable 45 minutes wandering around the the movie sets with Jackie happily (under duress) posing for lots of silly photos. Before leaving we tried on some genuine cowboy hats🤠, but as always hats don’t suit me, not at over $100 they don’t.

    We stopped outside Parry’s Lodge for a photo. This is where all the movie stars, including Ronald Reagan & Frank Sinatra & the rest of the Rat Pack stayed when they were filming Sergeants 3, the remake of Gunga Din.

    We then left Kanab & took Highway 89 eastbound, turning off to Lone Rock just before entering back into Arizona. As we drove down the road we were warned that Lone Rock was in Glen Canyon National Recreation Area & it was a fee paying area. When we got to the entrance hut we saw the entrance fee was $30. We weren’t paying that, but suddenly it occurred to me that my National Park Pass might just allow us entry.

    It did & I’m so glad it did. Lone Rock which sat in Lake Powell was lovely. We parked up & we walked the 400 metres or so down to the beach. The sun was out but it was pretty windy. People had parked up their RVs & the hardy had set up tents, where they were presumably staying the night.

    After a spot of lunch, cheese roll & crisps, we returned to Highway 89 & crossed into Arizona, where yet again we had to change our clocks. We didn’t know if we were coming or going! We then turned off again into Wahweap Boulevard & down to Lake Powell Resort & Marina. Basically it was the place where the ‘sailors’ set sail from & not a lot else to see.

    We followed Lake Shore Drive along Lake Powell enjoying the vista when suddenly to my horror there were large chimneys belting out smoke in the distance in the middle of nowhere. It was a hideous blot on the landscape. We probably weren’t the first to think this because at the next next Scenic Viewpoint there was a sign explaining why the Navajo Generating Station,that we could see, was where it was.

    We continued until we reached Glen Canyon Dam. There were Dam viewpoints all over the place & from the information available we established it is the 2nd largest concrete Arch Dam in the USA. We took numerous photos, but Jackie didn’t fancy the 45 minute tour, despite only being $5 fee.

    On we went to another scenic point of the Colorado River in Page, Arizona.This was a real little cracker. We parked up & walked down to the cliff edge overlooking the Colorado River & looking back at the Glen Canyon Dam. The views were impressive, but what made this so special was the rock formations that were layer upon layer in waves. Millions of years of geology forming the most incredible patterns.

    Next stop was Horseshoe Bend which required a $10 fee to park. I did enquire if my National Parks Pass counted, but it didn’t. We parked up & with the 100s of others trudged for 15 minutes along the trail over a sand dune to the spectacular Horseshoe Bend. It was an amazing view, despite all the idiots (mainly Chinese) getting in the way. Unfortunately the sun had gone in, but with the rainclouds in the distance made for a dramatic scene.

    Our last planned stop of the day was Waterholes Canyon just up the road, but when we saw payment was required we decided to call it a day. We then stopped at Walmart for provisions for tonight’s tea & ended up also coming out with 2 chairs & 2 towels!

    We then drove to our Red Rock Motel & checked in. Jackie thinks is the best accommodation we have stayed in yet. We have a full kitchen & patio & chairs outside. She might have changed her mind in the morning as we are sharing a normal sized double bed!!

    After a couple of beers we had a microwave lasagne with individually selected salads & coleslaw out on our patio. We both agree this has been the best meal we have yet had on our travels.

    As I type, we plan to have an early night, ready for a big driving day tomorrow .

    FITBIT = Has broken. I need a new strap!

    Song of the Day - Waves by Blancmange.
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  • Day 38 - 2nd Time Had Better Be Lucky

    May 29, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 13 °C

    Predictably had a dreadful night sleep. Last thing I did before going to bed was visit the website for The Boneyard in Tucson. To my horror, the website declared that applications to visit had to be made at least 2 weeks in advance. Oh hell, I had planned to be in Tucson in less than 5 days time & we had to visit The Boneyard as it was Jackie’s perceived highlight of the whole trip.

    Needless to say my mind was whirring, I couldn’t sleep & I commenced replanning the next fortnight of our trip. It was between 2 & 3am when I finally got to sleep, but at least I had a new plan. Luckily I had a lie in until 6.30am when Jackie’s phone started ringing.

    Over breakfast I booked The Boneyard Tour for Friday 14th June & sent our request to be allowed on it. Let’s wait & see. After packing up, we were back on the road by 10am. We took Highway 98 south east for about 70 miles across open plains. At the end of the road we turned north on to Highway 160 for 34 miles & then at Kayenta, north again on Highway 163 for another 25 miles.

    Gone midday we arrived at Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park & then our clocks jumped forward an hour because the entrance is on the border back into Utah. We are getting very confused.

    This time we paid our $20 fee & were given a map & told that we could take our car on the 17 mile Valley Drive which was on dirt roads. Thank goodness, it would have been a long way to come to be told we couldn’t do the drive. Jackie wasn’t that fussed about returning anyway, so I dread to think how that conversation went if we didn’t get in.

    Relieved, we parked up at the Visitors Centre, took a few photos of the valley below, then had a look round the Visitors Centre & ended up coming out with a Route 66 T-shirt each! We returned to the car & commenced the Valley Drive.

    I now know why we weren’t allowed to take the RV on the drive. It was a nightmare in places, massive ruts & humps, as well as a road made up of either rock, sand, stones & gravel. It was a real challenge to avoid grounding the car or hitting big chunks of rock littered across the road. Luckily, I had Jackie to advise me of the best route & tell me when she thought I was going to hit something. To make matters worse large 4x4s & tour trucks were hammering along the road throwing up stones & dust despite the speed limit being just 15mph. We prayed we didn’t finish up with loads of damage to the hire car.

    There were 11 official stopping spots along the route. The 1st was for West & East Mitten Butte, which resembled a pair of hands complete with thumbs. The 2nd Elephant Butte took a lot of imagination, in fact it took us a while to work out which ‘Butte’ it was supposed to be!

    Next was Three Sisters, a Catholic Nun facing 2 pupils, then John Ford’s Point, named after the Hollywood Movie Director who made John Wayne famous. As we pulled into the car park, an old ‘duffer’ with a tripod was dithering in my chosen parking space. I got bored waiting for him, so prised the car in beside him. I could see he wasn’t happy. We went off to admire the view & snap a photo or two. We returned & the duffer was just leaving. I started to reverse back, which apparently caused duffer to beep his horn & gesticulate unnecessarily. I was oblivious, but it riled Jackie who mouthed at them to “F-off”, which in turn prompted Duffer’s wife to start shouting at us to “F-off”. This could be an interesting drive!

    There were several other Rock formations to see before we arrived at Totem Pole, a tall stick of rock that looks like it could fall over at any moment. It was there that we saw duffer & his wife again for the first time. He had his tripod out & was photographing plants. We walked past them but they looked the other way.

    The highlight for me was Artist’s Point, which gave a grandstand view of the most spectacular Buttes. Our final stop was at The Thumb, which at a certain angle actually looks like a cowboy boot, before we made the fraught drive back out of the Valley. We think we got out without causing any damage to the car, other than it & us were covered in red dust. Some idiots were driving round in convertibles with the top down & those on tours on open backed trucks were visibly choking from the dust.

    The Valley Drive took over 2 hours & was another unforgettable experience. I am so glad we made the effort to go back. I think I would have so regretted it if we hadn’t. It is truly one of the most iconic American natural wonders. Jackie also really enjoyed it & is glad we came!

    We then hit the road for the 176 mile trek south to Flagstaff, annoyingly passing the Grand Canyon which we plan to visit tomorrow. Arriving at our ‘America’s Best Value Inn’ motel in Flagstaff, just after 6pm Arizona time again. We booked in, then popped out for a cheeky Panda Express. We had one each this time, because we were starving, but won’t be doing that again. We both struggled to eat it, well Jackie did!!

    FITBIT knackered.

    Song of the Day - Hello Hello I’m Back Again by Gary Glitter.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    Tower of Strength by The Mission
    Monument by The Sound
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  • Day 39 - A Rim Evacuation!

    May 30, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌫 4 °C

    7.30am alarm woke me up, only for Jackie to tell me she hadn’t slept & would probably be grumpy. At 8.30am we got down to breakfast, which turned out to be much than better & less busy than we had anticipated. The owner/receptionist who had been surly last night & not welcoming enough was this morning cheerful & chatty.

    Over breakfast she asked if we were going to the Grand Canyon National Park. When we said to her we were, she said be careful. She then related a story that 3 days ago, she had a family from Oklahoma staying, they went to the Grand Canyon & the son fell over the edge whilst taking a selfie. He couldn’t be found until the vultures had swarmed all over him & picked the carcass apart. Nice story at breakfast, but a good one.

    We looked it up on google & although we couldn’t find it, there were 3 selfie death falls in the Canyon in just 8 days in April. With this cheery thought, we set off for the Canyon just after 9.00am. We picked up Highway 40 westbound, also considered to be Route 66, to the town of Williams, then turned north on Arizona 64 towards the Grand Canyon.

    We had gone through rain, but we arrived at the South Rim entrance of Grand Canyon National Park 🏞 in sunshine. Instead of the $35 fee we flashed the National Park Pass & headed in. We parked up in the Visitors Centre’s car park & went in to the centre, where there were exhibits celebrating the park’s 100th anniversary. After, we took our 1st proper look at the Canyon at Mather Point. It was possibly more impressive than I remembered it.

    After the usual photos, we took the unusual step of taking advantage of the free shuttle buses, mainly because they weren’t busy. We got in the short bus queue & I spoke to the park ranger who gave us some advice to make the most of our visit. As a result, we got on & got off at the Train Depot. Here was the station for the classic Grand Canyon Trains.

    After admiring them, we walked up to the El Tovar Hotel, then followed the south rim westwards to the start of the Bright Angel Trail. The Bright Angel Trail is a narrow path that clings to the side of the Canyon & goes all the way down to the bottom. Surely we couldn’t come all this way & not trek the Bright Angel Trail. We couldn’t, so commenced our descent down into the Canyon. Well actually we walked 10 minutes down to the ‘Upper Tunnel’, then turned round & went back up.

    We walked a short distance to catch the Hermit’s Rest Route (Red) Shuttle Bus. We got off at the 1st stop, Trailview Overlook. Whilst at the Overlook, we became aware that the sky was turning black & there was thunder & lightning in the distance. We caught the next bus to the next stop, Maricopa Point, where I got up to get out, but Jackie dithered, saying she didn’t like the look of the weather.

    Annoyed I sat back down, but then the driver spoke over the intercom, warning people of what to do in the event of lightning. No sooner than he said this, we were suddenly pelted with large hailstones that were blowing in all directions. Jackie didn’t mention that if I had had my way we would be stuck in the middle of this. Then the lightning started & the driver announced the South Rim was now being evacuated.

    Our bus was filled to brimming, then we moved off through the now hailstone covered roads. What was strange we left about a dozen people at the stop, who took refuge under a tree, totally contrary to his lightning advice!

    After 2 different bus rides, we returned to our hailstone covered car & had some crisps & cake. During our lunch the sun came out, so we decided to give the Hermit’s Rest Route another go. This time we drove nearer to the bus stop & incredibly for us, found a parking space nearby. We then re-continued a bus route, stopping for photos at Maricopa Point, Powell Point, Hopi Point, Mohave Point, The Abyss, Monument Creek Vista, Pima Point & Hermits Rest.

    As we were nearing the final leg to Hermit’s Rest, the bus driver implored us that we walk along a tarmac Rim path back to Pima Point, which was only 1 mile long. I tried to bribe Jackie to do so by offering to buy her a silver ring. She didn’t want one, but she under sufferance agreed to the 1 mile trek. At the end we just missed a bus which didn’t help Jackie’s mood.

    We returned to our car & drove out on Arizona 64 to Desert View & the Historic Watchtower. We did stop at other Overlooks, but I just jumped of the car took a quick photo & jumped back in. We left the Canyon via the East entrance, drove to Cameron, then South back on Highway 89 to Flagstaff.

    It was gone 8.00pm, when we arrived back at the motel & didn’t feel like going out for a meal. We made do with cheese, crisps & cereal. As well as beer & wine.

    Jackie is now Canyon’d out, but I loved the Grand Canyon. I might have to admit that it is the best park. The sheer enormity & splendour are breathtaking, but what really does it for me is because of it’s size, it didn’t feel at all crowded. Also there was a lot of fencing that allowed you to get right up to the edge & it has proper wildlife, Elk.

    FITBIT still knackered.

    Song of the Day - Hail Rain or Sunshine by The Script.
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  • Day 40 - Standin' on the Corner

    May 31, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 4 °C

    Jackie has never been a fan of petrification, so this afternoons adventures were going to be a hard sell. Luckily we both had a good nights sleep, despite trains running all night on the Santa Fe railroad just the outside our motel.

    At breakfast, a man was in reception & he confirmed that they had had guests stay, now 4 days ago, who lost their son over the edge at the Grand Canyon. I told him I couldn’t find it on the internet & he told us that apparently the fall wasn’t witnessed so it is not reported. Sounds like a good place to me to push someone the edge!

    We needed to spend a further night in Flagstaff, so after breakfast we spent some time on Booking.com (& other hotel websites) & booked a night in a Super 8 motel on the outskirts of town. We then headed out east on Highway 40 for 30 odd miles, passing the towns of Two Arrows & the Ghost Town Two Guns, before turning off towards Meteor Crater Natural Landmark.

    We went to the Visitors Centre & gulped at the admission charge of $18, but swallowed it & in fact paid an extra $4 for the 4D immersion ride Collision Experience. Our first port of call was the 4D Collision Experience which was a bit tame & aimed more for kids, but it was good fun. Bizarrely, the pilot, who crashed, was a cartoon rabbit called Jackie!

    We then watched a 10 minute movie on the history of the Meteor Crater. We then joined Shawn who was our tour guide & took us out on the Crater Rim. The tour was extremely informative, amusing & well presented. It was definitely worth the admission fee. At the conclusion of the tour, we visited the Museum & went to several viewing points. Our visit lasted over 2 hours.

    We learnt lots of facts, way too many to list, but the absolute basics are:-

    50,000 years ago, a Meteorite measuring just 150 feet across hit earth at 26,000 miles per hour. The iron-nickel Meteorite weighed several hundred thousand tons & struck the rocky Arizona plain with a force greater than 20 million tons of TNT. The impact within seconds created the Crater which measures 700 feet deep & over 4000 feet across. It is the best preserved Meteor impact site on earth.

    In the museum, they have The Holsinger Meteorite, which is the largest found chunk of the Meteorite that created the Crater. It is just a couple of feet in diameter, but weighs an incredible 1440 pounds. It sits on a plinth without any securing, despite it being worth a fortune. Shawn told us it’s current value, although we have forgotten. It was either $8 million, $80 million or $800 million.

    During the visit to Meteor Crater, we heard a woman saying how fantastic Petrified Forest was. Oh, Jackie may enjoy it after all!!

    Next, we drove to Winslow to look & photo the statues & mural at Standin’ on the Corner Park. It commemorates the song lyric “Well, I'm a standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona and such a fine sight to see. It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford slowin' down to take a look at me."

    I forgot to mention - after starting to leave, I suddenly realised I needed a photo from a different angle. I jumped out of the car, then realised the car was driving down the road. I jumped back in to discover I had left the car in ‘Drive’ & the handbrake off. The scariest thing about it was, Jackie was looking at something on her phone & didn’t even notice.

    We then stopped at a petrol station in Winslow. Jackie left me to fill up with fuel, whilst she inexplicably bought a hotdog. Whilst filling up, I cleaned the car windows, but managed to make them dirtier. After eating the hotdog, we hit the road again only for me to realise I somehow had managed to fail to put any fuel in it. Clever trick.

    We then drove the 50 odd miles to the Petrified Forest National Perk, passing through Holbrook, with several iconic Route 66 locations, including Wigwam Motel, which has a classic car outside each wigwam.

    Finally we arrived at Jackie’s highlight of the day, Petrified Forest NP. It was $20 entry fee, but not for us. We stopped at the Visitors Centre (for a wee), then took a (very) short walk through the Giant Logs in Rainbow Forest. If I haven’t made it clear, a Petrified Forest is where the trees have over time turned to rocks. For Jackie, it is just a load of rocks that look like logs or logs that look like rocks.

    The Petrified Forest NP is a 28 mile scenic drive from one end to the other. To be fair, Scenic is pushing it. We stopped at Crystal Forest, but declined to take the .75 mile trail. We continued to Jasper Forest & Agate Bridge, more trees turned to rock.

    Next was Blue Mesa, which we both walked half a mile to view. It was at this point that Jackie declared that the landscape looked like a slag heap at a quarry or a landfill site. I couldn’t disagree, it was lots of grey mounds. We stopped at Newspaper Rock, some writing on a rock.

    We stopped for several more views, before ending with a rusty old car to commemorate Route 66, then the Painted Desert. Pinky coloured sand. Allegedly the Petrified Forest National Park is one of the best places in the world to see the fossil record from the Late Triassic Period!

    So Jackie’s verdict - “It was sh*t & a waste of petrol“.

    For me, “I’m just glad we didn’t have to pay to get in”, but at least we’ve been & I can tell people “It’s sh*t”.

    We then commenced the 90 plus minute drive back to Flagstaff. We arrived at our new motel, Super 8, which was a pleasant surprise. We have a nice big room with all mod cons. Jackie who was worried about the accommodation is now happy to stay somewhere if it is ‘Super’.

    After checking in we got some booze & fruit from Safeway & returned to our room. We decided we fancied a steak at Sizzlers about 200 metres away, then as a bonus discovered that we had a 15% discount for their. Result!

    We went to Sizzlers, where you order what you want at the till, then sit down & wait for it. We both ordered steak with unlimited salad. We both had a huge pile of salad that was to die for, before our dinner & had a second plate ready for our steaks. It was a great meal, albeit we both ate too much.

    What FITBIT?

    Song of the Day - Take It Easy by The Eagles.
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  • Day 41 - A Cowboy Bunk House?

    June 2, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌫 10 °C

    At 8.45am, we joined the scrum for breakfast, then returned to our room for some much needed admin. We booked accommodation for Sunday night & topped up our pre-pay card.

    First stop of the day was Walmart for another slab of water & to try & buy a new strap for my Fitbit, but couldn’t. All our hikes are not getting the recognition they deserve! I had 3 locations to visit in Flagstaff before we left. The 1st was the Weatherford Hotel in the Historic Main Street, which we achieved.

    The Weatherford Hotel dates back to 1897 & is apparently haunted by a young newly wed couple. The husband went out hunting & didn’t return when he was due. The bride assumed he had been killed, so took her own life. The husband then returned belatedly, discovered the fate of his new wife, then killed himself.

    Next was Louis the Lumberjack, who was 10ft high, which we had seen once but didn’t have a camera available. We drove round twice without seeing him.. The traffic was starting to get busy so we abandoned our search & cancelled a visit to my 3rd Lowell Observatory.

    Instead we picked up Highway 89A southbound, which took us through the ’scenic route’ into the bottom of Oak Creek Canyon. It was a lovely route, but very narrow & too busy. It seemed to be a popular destination for hikers & campers. We would probably have been more impressed if we hadn’t already seen so many Canyons.

    Thirty odd miles later we arrived in Sedona, I had visions of it being a classy town surrounded by mountains. Instead it turned out to be a characterless, man made tourist trap heaving with people. I had planned to stop, but nothing could persuade us. It was a real disappointment.

    We continued south on 89A & turned off & drove through the Historic Districts of Cottonwood, Clarkdale & Jerome. They were very appealing & we stopped for the odd photo, including at Verde Canyon Railroad & Haunted Hamburger, but we were now on a mission to get to Seligman, back on Route 66.

    We climbed up through the Mingus Mountains to Prescott Valley, then north to Chino Valley. Eventually we arrived at Ash Fork & headed west on Interstate 40. At 2.40pm we arrived at our motel for the night. It is called Stagecoach 66 Motel, which Jackie booked a couple of days ago, I think in a state of delirium, because she booked the Cowboy Bunk House room. As we pulled up we said hello to a long blonde haired biker ‘chick’ in her leathers, unfortunately she was about 70 years old!

    We checked in & were given our room key. We opened the door to our room & walked into a Western Saloon Bar with beds. It was fantastic, all decked out in cowboy memorabilia. It also had (what I thought was) an old VHS video player & Western Movie videos. This made a nice change.

    We dropped the rucksacks off, then drove the mile into the town centre of Seligman. In 1987 Seligman gained its name as the "Birthplace of Historic Route 66" due to the efforts of Seligman residents. It is also the inspiration for the animated feature movie ‘Cars’ from Pixar Studios.

    We parked up & started at one end. 1st stop was Delgadillo’s Snow Cap, which served fast food & shakes & had several cars resembling those from the cartoon movie. Next was Delgadillo’s Route 66 Gift Shop & within was Angel Delgadillo’s Barber Shop. Angel Delgadillo is 91 years old & is considered to be the driving force in getting the old Route 66 christened as Historic. He is a celebrity locally, particularly after appearing on ‘Billy Connelly’s Route 66’ & has been interviewed over a thousand times. I had previously seen & read about him in my USA trip research.

    In the gift shop, I enquired as to whether they still do haircuts in the barbers, because I was seriously in need of a haircut & where else could be better? The really nice sales assistant, who later turned out to be Mauricio, Angel’s son-in-law, said they did but only 1st thing in the mornings. I asked if that included Sundays & was told Angel himself could cut my hair before 9.00am tomorrow. WOW, I made an appointment for 8.30am. He said coach parties arrived from 9.00am onwards & took photos of Angel & his subject. Mauricio said it was off putting for Angel. Jackie has suggested he also gives me a late cut-throat razor shave!

    With a smug spring in my step, we walked up Seligman high street, stopping & photographing all the Route 66 establishments. These were Deluxe Inn Motel, Roadrunner Bar & Gift Shop, Return to the 50’s Gift Shop, The Rusty Bolt, Copper Cart, Route 66 Historic Seligman Sundries, Black Cat Bar & Seligman Grocery. It was all a sight to behold.

    Outside of Return to the 50’s Gift Shop a large group of bikers had gathered on Harley Davisons. All of a sudden they started cheering & our biker chick drove up on a big Harley with a Norwegian flag 🇳🇴 on the back, stopped & started chatting to them.

    We returned to the car & drove up a bit further to check out the breakfast menu in the Road Kill Cafe & look/photo the other Route 66 buildings. Road Kill Cafe will be our post haircut breakfast. We returned to our motel & all the Harley Davison’s were parked up outside The Pizza Joint at the front of our motel.

    We sat in the sun for an hour or two enjoying a small beer. All of a sudden, there was a racket outside The Pizza Joint. The bikers were worshiping our biker chick. I grabbed my camera & sauntered over. She was giving a speech to them, then she jumped on her bike for a photo opportunity. They were all having selfies with her.

    At 7.00pm we went to The Pizza Joint for our tea. We asked the waitress about the biker chick & the bikers & she told us that the bikers were Norwegian & on an organised tour. The blonde lady is the owner of our motel, but she is a minor celeb amongst the Norwegian biker fraternity. She meets them in town, escorts them back for a Pizza then sends them off on their way. I googled her & her name is Anne-Lise Finnbraaten.

    There was live music playing in the side room, but it wasn’t very good, so after our shared medium pizza, we went up to pay. The waitress had gone AWOL, but in walked Anne-Lise to deal with our check. She was now in civvies, had removed a lot of makeup & Jackie thinks removed a wig. She looked her age, old!!

    We returned to our room to watch The Outlaw Josey Wales on video. Unfortunately although we had the video cassette in our room, we didn’t have a video player, but a DVD player to play it on! With the WiFi pathetic & next to no mobile data, we called it an early night. After all, tomorrow I had an appointment with an Angel 😇

    Song of the Day - Cars by Gary Numan.
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  • Day 42 - Touched by an Angel!

    June 2, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C

    The alarm went off at 7.00am, which seems ridiculous on a Sunday when you’re retired, especially for just a haircut. But this would be no ordinary haircut!

    Packed & checked out of our motel, we drove into Seligman High Street & parked up opposite Angel’s Barber Shop. As we got out of the car at 8.10am, I saw the 91 year old Angel arrive on his pedal cycle & prop it up at the side. We followed him into the shop only for Mauricio to inform us that there was someone else before me. Damn, we could have had a lie in!

    We loitered around in the shop, which is the 1st actual Gift Shop to be established on Route 66. Incidentally the Gift Shop also doubles as a Museum, with exhibits that have been sent to Angel from all over the world. Mauricio was in a chatty mood & told us more about Angel’s campaigning for Route 66 to be recognised as Historic.

    It wasn’t until 8.50am, that I was ushered into the old fashioned barbers chairs💈 by Angel. After the initial pleasantries, he asked me what I would like. I had decided overnight that I was going to ask for a flat-top, a haircut I hadn’t had for about 25 years, but had seen advertised at another barbers on this trip.

    Angel retired from barbering many years ago, but he still does one or two haircuts for visitors who want one. When I asked if he could give me a flat-top, Angel baulked at this, apparently he hadn’t cut a flat-top for 5-10 years, but as the consummate professional he took on the challenge. Jackie was also in the room as the official photographer & Angel engaged her in the proceedings. Jackie was keen it wasn’t too short.

    Angel had a comb & hair clippers & started to attack my overgrown mop. It was all done with pure hand eye coordination & even more impressively, I was being spun from side to side in the chair as he did it. Angel had a good sense of humour & joked about the progress of my haircut, but what I really loved was his attention to detail. Angel asked me to sit lower in my seat so he could do the top of my head, because he suffered from arthritis. Something we both have in common!

    My haircut lasted 40 minutes & by god what a fantastic haircut & experience it was. In my opinion, I Look Sharp! I now have an All American Action Hero haircut, which is a great accessory to my adventure sandals! By the way, Jackie absolutely loves my hair. After Angel had hoovered my head & neck, I paid my $30 (Absolute bargain) & shook hands with Angel & Mauricio.

    I should also mention that as warned, from about 9.00am the tourists, mainly bikers, started arriving & photographed & videoed Angel & I. I could get used to this!

    As I was signing the visitors book, Mauricio asked if we could send any photos (he hasn’t seen Jackie’s photos) we took to him. He explained that a Route 66 Hall of Fame was opening in Flagstaff & they needed to provide lots of material. I told him I would also send him my blog for today. He appeared keen, bless him.

    Now on Cloud 9, we drove on in search of breakfast. We stopped at The Roadkill Cafe, which was remarkably quiet. Jackie ordered the Awesome Possum & for me the Dead Meat Treat. The Cafe also doubled as a museum, mainly with a whole menagerie of stuffed animals. It was an exceptionally good meal & just what we needed for the long drive ahead, about 350 miles.

    We joined Interstate 40 westbound to Kingman, another Route 66 landmark. We drove through the Historic District & stopped to photo anything Route 66 oriented. The star attraction was Mr. D’z Route 66 Diner in pink & green.

    We continued on Interstate 40 heading towards Lake Havasu, when about 12 miles later, I realised that we should have turned off miles back for my next intended stop. This was made worse when I wasn’t confident we could get to where we needed to go on the fuel we had, so we drove all the way back to Kingman to fill up.

    This time we turned off on to Oatman Highway 10, which is the original 66 & a ‘Back Countywide Byway’. We continued to another must stop, Cool Spring Gas Station. It doesn’t sell gas, but is a Cafe, Gift Shop & Museum. It was full of passing bikers. The were also two old hairy men selling junk & rocks at a stall beside it.

    We continued up & over Sitgreaves Pass to Oatman, described as a ‘Living Ghost Town’. Upon our arrival in the town, we were met with hundreds of tourists in the middle of the road flocking around the asses. The asses presumably roam free, but know when they are on to a good thing to get fed. The town appeared to full of antique & gift shops. We didn’t stop, it was too busy & we had a long way to go.

    This Back Country Byway took us down through Golden Shores & Catfish Paradise to Interstate 40, where had to go eastbound, back on ourself. We then turned on to Highway 95, south down to Lake Havasu City, which has ‘our’ London Bridge. We crossed the bridge, parked up on the island it connects. We bought an ice cream & sat down beside the bridge in the sweltering 94 degree heat.

    Fun Facts: Lake Havasu is just a section of the Colorado River. London Bridge was dismantled in 1967 & was relocated to Lake Havasu City, because it wasn’t sound enough for the increased London traffic. It was sold for £1.78 million & it is widely believed that the Americans thought they were buying Tower Bridge!

    The next leg of this marathon journey was the 3 hour, 180 miles to Palm Desert. We continued on Highway 95 & crossed into California again. After negotiating the Border check we headed into California & followed the Colorado River to a town called Parker.

    We then hit Highway 62 & 177. It was like Wacky Races. These roads were single carriageways, about 80 miles long, almost dead straight, but littered with humps & dips every 100 yards or so. Us & 2 other cars rattled along in convoy at 80-90mph through the desert overtaking all slower moving vehicles, mainly boats on trailers. It was an exhilarating drive on what felt like the world’s longest rollercoaster.There was not a cop in sight!

    We eventually joined up with Interstate 10 & eventually arrived at our home for the night, The Inn at Deep Canyon in Palm Desert. As we checked in, the receptionist told us he was upgrading us. We have a fantastic room, complete with kitchen. We dropped our rucksacks, got into swimmers & jumped in the pool. It was still up in the 90’s.

    At the time of writing, Jackie has decided we are staying here a second night & not going anywhere!
    I have also done my good deed for the day. At the motel, a Hispanic gent covered in tattoos including all over his face, asked to borrow my phone to ring his wife. I embarrassingly asked if she was in Mexico, to which he replied, “No, America”. I lent him my phone. She didn’t answer. I think they had had a domestic!

    Song of the Day - Look Sharp! by Joe Jackson.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    Road Kill Cafe by Kasabian
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  • Day 43 - You are my Sunshine

    June 3, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 29 °C

    Woke up refreshed & went to breakfast & had the best hotel breakfast of our trip so far. Lots of good quality food & only us & one lone geek, who had issues deciding how to have his porridge! I over heard him mention that he had been attending the Contact in the Desert conference, but was taking the day off today.

    After breakfast, we arranged to stay another night, because it is lovely here. We are staying at the Inn At Deep Canyon in Palm Desert, just a couple of miles west of Indian Wells, famous for it’s annual top tennis tournament. The region is beautiful, all low rise buildings & manicured lawns. We are surrounded by mountains on three sides. The wealthy Palm Springs is just 13 miles up the road.

    I secured 2 sun beds & lay down for a read, whilst Jackie did some clothes washing. I was just getting settled, when a middle aged man asked if the sun bed to the other side of me was free. I reluctantly said yes & he immediately said “Another Brit, whereabouts are you from?”

    It turned out he was Dave from Ludlow, but originally from Worthing & used to know a Sussex Detective called Phil. Dave is involved in spiritual well-being mumbo jumbo & he was also an attendee at the Contact in the Desert in Indian Wells, which is the World’s Largest UFO conference.

    Dave proceeded to tell me that we were beings from a higher place & we were just entities passing through Earth in our skin we had been given. He told me that he had seen UFOs on several occasions & he could see people’s auras. This was enough for me, so I told Dave I was a non-believer & I couldn’t be persuaded otherwise. That ended that conversation.

    Dave was pleasant enough & after taking a phone call, he said he had to go because he had a meeting with the Contact in the Desert Public Relations Team. We said our goodbyes. I was just relaxing, relieved that Dave had gone, when the geek at breakfast sat down on Dave’s bed.

    It took a while, but eventually he asked where we were from? I didn’t ask his name, but he was from Salt Lake City & was here for the CitD conference. He was a Mormon, but not anymore. I suspect it might be because he is gay. He asked what I thought of Salt Lake City & I told him about my observations that residents were either very well off or one of the hundreds of beggars, clearly living rough. He said that the Mormons were in denial about the poor & homelessness. He moved on as well.

    We had the pool pretty much to ourselves for the rest of the morning. It felt like we had rented a massive villa just for us & our staff.

    At lunch, we drove through Indian Wells to Walmart to get dinner for tonight & tomorrow. We had already decided to stay yet a further night. We bought frozen lasagna & chicken & lots of salad & some beer.

    When we returned other guests started arriving. One woman in her late 50’s from LA, we believe was a practicing alcoholic & was a regular visitor to this hotel as she kept saying. She was clearly drinking, but hiding it in a Starbucks flask. Her boyfriend was teetotal, no doubt a recovering alcoholic. She was engaging everyone in conversation. At first it was fine, but as she got more drunk, people were clearly trying to avoid talking to her, including us. She also brought a stereo out, which got louder & louder as she drank. The music was actually good & she was taking requests. I know someone else a bit like her after a wine or two too many!!

    Her boyfriend had gone off to watch the Dodgers & she was trying to intimate that Jackie & I go to a restaurant/bar 20 miles away with them. We weren’t ever going to be going, but luckily her boyfriend wanted to watch the entire Dodgers game. So that was that.

    By 5.30pm we’re both a bit red, particularly my face, so we retired to the room for dinner & drinks on our patio. A great day, despite the oddballs, which we will be repeating again tomorrow, before continuing with the road trip.

    Song of the Day - Is There Anybody Out There? by Pink Floyd.
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  • Day 44 - An Oasis or Rehab?

    June 5, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    Great sleep. Went down to breakfast to find alcoholic woman’s boyfriend in breakfast without her. He didn’t acknowledge us, rude bastard. Deserves all he gets! He was telling another woman, that he was a drifter & had been in rehab (we were right) & was now an ad hoc driver.

    We overheard him whispering about an incident that happened last night. We believe alcoholic woman, we shall called Lil, either threw up or worse in her room last night. We saw her taking a bag of washing to the laundry & collecting it an hour later despite it being their first night.

    Lil turned up for breakfast looking the worst for wear & managed to eat only an egg. We heard her complaining she hadn’t slept well because light shone into their room. She usually stays in Room 110 (ours) or 109.

    We settled into our sun beds for the day, well away from Lil & her boyfriend & we’d conduct a tag team surveillance job on her. (Bully would’ve been proud of us). It was a ‘Day in the Life of an Alcoholic’ study.

    First I had a chat with Jim from Salt Lake City, who admitted he went back to the UFO conference yesterday for fear of missing out. I was starting to like Jim, he seemed quite a nice bloke.

    Lil then made an appearance, never without her Starbucks bottle which she supped repeatedly & disappeared for regular refills. Around 11.00am, Lil’s boyfriend started shouting that their room was flooded. Maintenance attended & discovered baby wipes had blocked the toilet. We suspect she did it & they were hoping to get a new room.

    Other than this incident, it was quite a sedate start for her, so we put our music on & just observed from afar. She spent most of her time on her lilo. By 1.00pm, she was decidedly wobbly on her feet & her music went on & got turned up a notch at regular intervals. We turned our stereo off.

    Around 3.00pm, new guests started arriving & she attempted to latch on to each & everyone one of them. Her boyfriend had already retreated to their room.

    By 5.00pm, she was seriously staggering around & twice fell on her arse when trying to sit on the edge of the pool. She was accepting / asking for drinks from the new guests & trying to get into their conversations, mainly by asking “Have you been to Vegas yet?” When she felt she was being ignored, she would turn her stereo up until people felt obliged to acknowledge her.

    Some of the other guests are a bit peculiar too. Jackie has spotted another alcoholic & we have a skinny muscle man who is really skittish. He said something to me, but I have no clue what he said, I just smiled & nodded. Other guests are drinking heavily. It feels likes we are at a failed Rehabilitation Centre!

    I left Jackie to keep watch, whilst I had a walk to explore the vicinity. It is very nice, maybe a bit sterile. It is all big bungalows & apartments with cactus gardens & palm tree 🌴 lined streets. No sidewalks, so presumably no one walks anywhere. Probably too hot to.

    At 7.30pm, we lost eyeball, whilst we had our dinner, lasagna, salad & burnt garlic bread (not Jackie’s fault). At 7.50pm, we looked out & Lil was alone, staggering about trying to collect her things, then she disappeared to her room.

    We stood down soon after & retired to the air con in our room, both suffering from a mild case of sunstroke. The temperature allegedly reached 105 degrees today.

    We have had a nice break for some much needed R & R, but we are both ready to move on.

    Song of the Day - Rehab by Amy Winehouse.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    The Lunatics (Have Taken Over The Asylum) by Fun Boy Three
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  • Day 45 - Anyone for Tennis?

    June 5, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    All the crazies were at breakfast when we went in. Lilo Lil & her boyfriend totally blanked us, luckily. They told staff they were doing exactly the same as yesterday, presumably she getting drunk & falling over, whilst boyfriend hides in his room.

    Skinny muscle man had his breakfast outside with his dog. He twitches & talks to himself, he could have Tourette’s Syndrome. I overheard him ask, actually shout, if he could keep his room for a week. I think he & his family are homeless. It is definitely time for us to move on.

    Our first visit of the day was to Indian Wells Tennis Garden. We planned to take a quick photo outside, but the gates were open so we walked straight in. Our story was that we were English tourists & keen tennis fans. We strolled past the practice courts & outside courts & circled the main stadium, Court No.1 looking for the main entrance. We were halfway round, when inevitably we were stopped by a security guard who raced up to us on a golf buggy.

    Before I could say anything, Jackie had blurted out that we lived near Wimbledon. He said “I can hear you have come along way”. I added we were keen tennis fans & just wanted to have a look because we were in the area. The security guy, was an old boy & he said you are not allowed to be here, but if anyone asks tell them you are going to the Box Office. We thanked him & continued circling Court No.1.

    We saw the Box Office & had just gone past it, when the security guy raced up behind us again & said we had to go in the Box Office because we couldn’t return to our car by continuing the way we were going. A rotund lady then exited the Box Office & asked what was going on? I said we wanted to get a program for forthcoming events & felt a bit silly when she said they only have one tournament a year & we had missed it. Their tournament is the Indian Wells Masters, also known as the BNP Paribas Open, which takes place every March.

    The lady, Beatrice, invited us into the box office & showed us the winners trophy & took photos of us with it. She then led us down a couple of corridors & out into the stands of the 16,000 seater No.1 court. Beatrice was a lovely & enthusiastic lady, who spent 30 minutes or so, telling us stories about the tennis players. She said that she went ‘gooey’ for Bjorn Borg & Stefan Edburg, but I suspect Jackie was more her type! Funnily enough, Jackie was wearing her Navratilova’s & Beatrice described her as cute. Beatrice gave us tips on where to visit & sent us on our way with a copy of the Official 2019 programme for the BNP Paribas Open.

    It was now 11.30am as we left Indian Wells Tennis Garden & I was delighted to see 2 Roadrunner birds on their lawns. It had been a good start to the day. We then drove east along Interstate 10 for about 20 miles before turning off on to the road for Joshua Tree National Park’s southern entrance. I was disappointed to see there was no entrance booths, just a sign asking people to pay at the Visitors Centre. It appeared to be an honesty thing.

    We went in, I showed my Annual Pass & got a map, Jackie bought a Joshua Tree baseball cap. We then drove into the park. It was a 28 mile road from the southern entrance to the western entrance. We stopped at all the stopping points. Jackie will tell you there wasn’t a lot to see, it depends whether you like lots of cactus’ & other Desert plants.

    We stopped at Cholla Cactus Garden, where you can walk a short loop through an abundance of Cholla Cactus’🌵. Slightly worryingly, there was a sign warning of the dangers of getting pricked by a cactus, they are barbed & don’t come out & beneath the sign was a 1st aid kit in a metal box. We did the walk, but came out feeling itchy, which I’m sure was psychological.

    Next stop was Skull Rock, which was 150 ft away. We managed to miss it & walk for about 600 metres, before realising I was stupid for missing it. It was a scorcher, around 100 degrees & we were grateful for any little cloud. We returned to Skull Rock, but it wasn’t really worth it.

    The scenery then consisted of 1000’s of Joshua Trees, which apparently all looked the same! We drove to Keys View for a view out over Sky Valley. We then called it a day in the park & drove to the western entrance of Joshua Tree NP, where I was pleased to ring an entrance booth who checked my pass. I think some people got caught out & had to pay the $30 fee.

    We then drove through the little town of Joshua Tree, then Yucca Valley & Morongo Valley, before arriving at Palm Springs. Our 1st stop was The Alexander Estate, which is known for where Elvis & Priscilla had their honeymoon in 1967, but actually they lived here in 1966 & 1967. Beatrice (from Indian Wells) told us that Palm Springs was a place where Hollywood Movie Stars hid their secret or gay lovers. Albert Einstein even had a mistress living in Palm Springs.

    We cruised the Palm Springs Main Street & noted that nearly every single bar & restaurant was pumping out dry ice. It looked too posh or more likely too expensive for our wallet, so we cruised back out again.

    We then joined Interstate 10 westbound & headed towards Los Angeles. The traffic was pretty horrendous, but we drove to Anaheim & then got caught up in the traffic going to the Anaheim Angels game this evening. We drove to Disneyland in Anaheim, which was a disaster because we drove to the car park that wanted $25 to park. We only wanted a photo outside, so we did a U turn & got out of there.

    At 7.00pm we finally arrived at our hotel, the Best Western in Surf City, near Huntington Beach. We popped out for a shared Panda Express, then retired to our room.

    Song of the Day - I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For by U2.

    Bonus Songs of the Day :-

    Tennis Court by Lorde
    Roadrunner by Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers
    Surf City by Jan & Dean
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  • Day 46 - Grey Day on the Pacific Highway

    June 6, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    Woke up to a grey dank day on the South Californian Coast. A weather check revealed that the temperature wasn’t going to rise above 18 degrees today anywhere between Los Angeles & San Diego. In the next 5 days it was only going to get up to 21 degrees. This was not satisfactory, we wouldn’t be staying.

    Over breakfast, (I had about 10 skinny sausages on bagels), we hatched a plan to cruise south down Highway 101. We would then spend tonight in San Diego & head east the following morning to sunnier climes.

    Full, we set out to Huntington Pier, then followed State Route 1 / Highway 101, it gets really confusing, south as planned through the grey gloom. Even playing the Beach Boys full volume didn’t lift the clouds.

    Huntington Beach looked very nice, if it had been sunny! We drove through Newport Beach, didn’t like it for amongst other reasons it felt too corporate & had a power station at one end. Next was Laguna Beach, which was our chosen stop if the weather had been nice. We would have been happy here, a small cove-like beach & independent motels & restaurants.

    Unfortunately, it was still cloudy, bordering on cold, despite people persevering on the beach. We continued through Dana Beach & San Clemente, before arriving at Oceanside, the film location for Dirty John. We parked up at the harbour, saw a seal, then walked to the esplanade. It was a real disappointment, it was either bright & tacky, selling over priced fish & chips or just grey & dull. So glad we hadn’t booked to stay there.

    We pushed on through Carlsbad, Encinitas & Solana Beach before arriving in the outskirts of San Diego. We drove into La Jolla, which I had pencilled in as place to stay, but it didn’t float our boat. I’m sure the weather played a big part in our opinion. Anyway, before we knew it, we were driving along Sunset Cliffs Natural Park, past San Diego International Airport & to Harbor Drive.

    The imposing sight of USS Midway in dock caused us to park up & investigate further. With 40 minutes on the meter, we had a hurried run around in the harbour. USS Midway is now a Museum & was crawling with Japanese tourists. From the harbour side we could see about a dozen aircraft on its deck.

    We decided that was good enough for us, so we walked along to the ‘Unconditional Surrender Statue’ of a Sailor & lady kissing on the dockside. It appears identical to the statue in Portsmouth Docks, possibly a different uniform & undoubtedly much larger!

    We also visited the National Salute to Bob Hope and the Military, which was a number of life sized sculptures stood round listening to the statue of Bob Hope, together with a soundtrack of him speaking playing on a loop.

    It was all very nice, however it should be pointed out that the harbour was riddled with beggars & homeless. A lot had congregated around the public restrooms. Both the gents & ladies cubicles had no doors on, presumably to prevent people locking the door & sleeping in them. Jackie had the misfortune to walk in on a woman just sat there having a wee!!

    It was now 4.30pm, San Diego was heaving, so we made a decision to head east. We started on Highway 94 & within less than 10 miles we were in blue skies & the heat was rising noticeably. At La Mesa we picked up Interstate 8, which took us out past El Cajon, Alpine, Pine Valley & Boulevard. We then passed through the wastelands of the Jacumba Mountains Wilderness & just a few miles from the Mexican Border. Despite looking, we couldn’t see a wall!

    We stopped at Ocotillo for fuel & a coffee then arrived at our destination, El Centro. I had never heard of it, until I read about it in my guidebook only this morning. It has nothing of any great significance, but it has all the major restaurant / takeaway chains & it is 50 feet below sea level.

    We booked a room in the Super 8 Motel for less than $50, including breakfast. As we pulled up, the police & paramedics were dealing with someone who looked to be having a fit on the opposite side of the road in Del Taco car park. We unpacked & popped to Del Taco for a burrito (my first) then returned to our balcony area to enjoy the warm balmy evening with a beer, whilst helicopters from El Centro Naval Air Facility buzzed overhead. It is also the winter home of the Blue Angels.

    Song of the Day - Pacific Coast Highway by The Beach Boys.
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  • Day 47 - To the Centre of the Universe

    June 8, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 19 °C

    Great sleep, breakfast was a sad affair, cornflakes, toast & very weak coffee. I guess you get what you pay for!

    Around 9.30am, we hopped straight back on to Interstate 8, heading east for Phoenix, Arizona. It was pure desert either side. After 30 odd miles, the infamous wall (or more actually metal fence) appeared on the horizon to our right & gradually got to within around 400 metres of us. After a couple of miles the ‘Wall’ started to drift away again reminiscent of the Loch Ness Monster as it curved up & down in the sand dunes.

    Our next point of interest was ‘The Official Center of the Universe’ in Felicity, California . Some nut job, Jacques-Andre Intel bought thousands of acres of wasteland & applied for it to be a town, which he named after his wife, Felicity. He automatically became Mayor.

    The site also is a museum of granite, but a sign at the entrance asked for $3 entrance fee so I took photos from the road. On the site, we could see a 21ft high pyramid made of pink granite & a spiral staircase from the Eiffel Tower. The reason for the pyramid becoming ‘The Official Center of the Universe’ is that he had written a fairy tale about a dragon living in a pyramid at the Center of the Universe. Allegedly no-one can argue with a fairytale!

    Next stop was Yuma, just inside the Arizona State Border & a visit to the Yuma Territorial Prison Historical State Park. It was an old Wild West Prison, with some notable inmates such as Burt Alvord, deputy sheriff turned train robber; Buckskin Frank Leslie, conman & gunfighter, who shot a man & married his widow 8 days later; Pete Spence, who fought at the OK Corral; an infamous Mexican Revolutionary, Ricardo Flores Magon; a Mormon polygamist, William Flake & Pearl Hart, who committed one of the last ever stagecoach robberies. After being a Prison, the buildings became a school.

    Whilst in Yuma we also visited ‘Weird Muffler Man Statue’. He deserves a better description than that, but he is only advertising an RV park. Yuma felt quite poor, but it assisted us by being able to fill up with cheap fuel.

    On we went & got to Gila Bend for a cheeky McD burger to supplement breakfast. From here we headed north on Highway 85 towards Phoenix. The outside temperature was now 98 degrees & with the car windows open it felt like having a hairdryer 6” from your face. We passed Lewis Prison in Buckeye, Arizona, which has the capacity to hold 5,000 inmates. It obtained notoriety in 2004 for the longest standoff between inmates & law enforcement officers in USA history of 15 days.

    Our 1st intended stop in Phoenix was the Phoenix Police Museum, but we arrived about 10 minutes too late to gain entry. Next was Alice Cooper’s town Bar & Sports Grill, that turned out to have been closed for sometime. This was going well! Hot & bothered we cruised the city centre, no-one was out on the streets, presumably because of the heat.

    We drove to the Heard Museum & I took photos of sculptures in the grounds, whilst Jackie sat under a shady tree. We stopped at the Phoenix Art Museum to do the same. We then made our mind up to find accommodation out of town.

    We chose Mesa, a suburb of Phoenix & found the very nice Baymont by Wyndham in Downtown Mesa. After a swim in the pool (bath) to cool down (warm up) we popped along the road to Pete’s Fish and Chips that has been established for 60 years. We ate our dinner with refreshing dry ice swirling around our heads.

    Tomorrow we are heading for Tucson where have booked an Airbnb place & plan to rest & relax for a whole week.

    Song of the Day - Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 2 by Pink Floyd.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    Over The Wall by Echo & the Bunnymen
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  • Day 48 - Indian & Airbnb Reservations!

    June 8, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 24 °C

    By 10.30am we were out & on the road again. Literally next door to us was the Mesa Arizona Temple, which apparently was set in stunning gardens, but not today. It was a building site.

    We headed east to Apache Junction, then headed northeast on Route 88 (N Apache Trail). Our 1st stop was Superstition Mountain Museum, which had an indoor Museum requiring payment, but a free 15 acre outdoor area with a large collection of Cowboy & Indian exhibits. We chose just the outdoor option & strolled around the collection of buildings & machinery. This included our 3rd ‘Boot Hill’ Cemetery. A sign warned of the wildlife to beware of - Rattlesnakes, Scorpions & Tarantulas, which focused the mind on where you stepped!

    As with all these types of places, it had been used as a film set for numerous (29) Westerns, then known as Apacheland Movie Ranch. Pride of place was the Elvis Memorial Chapel which figured prominently in the Elvis Presley movie “Charro!” Superstition Mountain Museum was a very enjoyable stop & it was free.

    A mile up the road we stopped again, this time at Goldfield Ghost Town. It was big & brash & felt like you were at an Old Western Theme Park. There were numerous old buildings, but the inside were designed to part you from your money, whether it was gifts, food & drink, shooting galleries, horse rides, dressing up photos or train rides. Jackie, last of the big spenders, bought a bag of Guatemalan Worry Dolls for $2.

    We continued up the road, which was another scenic byway. The road was mountainous (possibly something to do with the Superstition Mountains) surrounded by the cartoon looking Saguaro Cacti🌵. The road took us past another little western town, Tortilla Flat, through Tonto National Forest & beside Canyon Lake. It was all vivid yellow, green & Blues & may have been my most favourite of our scenic drives!

    I intended to next visit Geronimo Surrender Monument, but when we got to the turning the road was a dirt track, which we had made a decision to avoid so we didn’t damage the car. So on we continued for just a short distance until the tarmac on our road stopped. This became the scene of a disagreement, because the sign said that the road was a dirt track for the next 22 miles.

    After I had agreed to drive VERY carefully, we continued. What the sign didn’t say was that the dirt track would take us up & down mountains, the track would be extremely narrow in places & more often than not a sheer drop on one side without any barriers. It took about an hour of total concentration, but we came out the other end unscathed. Just a brilliant driver, I guess!

    Having past Apache Lake & Salt River, we arrived at Theodore Roosevelt Dam, which was completed in 1911 with the loss of 41 lives. At the time it was the largest masonry dam in the world, measuring 280ft high & 723ft long. It created Roosevelt Lake, which for a short while was the largest artificial reservoir in the world.

    Now back on tarmac & time ticking on, we raced south down Highway 188, then west on Highway 60 until we arrived at the grandly named town, Superior. I’m surprised it hasn’t been taken to court under the Trade Descriptions Act, because it appeared to be nothing more that a scruffy little Highway town. The only thing of note was it had ‘The World’s Smallest Museum’ or so they say. We took a photo of the outside & moved on swiftly.

    Next was the town of Florence which is in the middle of nowhere & full of Prison Complexes. Florence Prison was built to replace Yuma Prison, we visited the day before. Florence Prison had a gallows, but now been replaced by a gas chamber. It has housed lots of terrorists & gangsters from Al-Qaeda, Japanese Red Army, the Mafia, White Supremacists & most notably for me, Oklahoma City Bomber, Timothy McVeigh.

    Just down the road on Highway 79 was a rest area at Tom Mix’s Death Site. He lost control of his speeding Cord Phaeton convertible and rolled it into a dry wash (now called the Tom Mix Wash) in 1940. He was actually killed by his luggage in the back of his car, dubbed “Suitcase of Death”. There were newspapers cuttings & a Memorial to Tom Mix, who made 370 full length Westerns & Jackie signed the guest book.

    From here, we rushed on to our home for the next 7 nights, it is an Airbnb house in north Tucson & our host is Charlie. After getting in some supplies from the local Safeway, we sat & drank (too much & played darts) into the early hours. Hence the late Blog & no details yet about Charlie & his house & wonderful garden.

    Song of the Day - Apache by The Shadows.

    Bonus Songs of the Day :-

    Superstition Mountain by Yuma
    Geronimo by The Stereophonics
    Charlie Don’t Surf by The Clash
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  • Day 49 - Hungover in Paradise

    June 10, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 25 °C

    Jackie woke me up at 9.30pm. I felt ropey after too many beers & homemade limoncello drank into the early hours. Charlie, our host, was up, but went out at 10.30am to play a darts match.

    We are staying in a 3 bedroom bungalow belonging to Charlie, which is very nice, but the garden & pool are absolutely stunning. It is paradise in Arizona.

    Charlie our host is a 46 year old single Englishman who works for Rolls Royce as a mid-flight aircraft engineer. He was originally from Derby & has lived out in Tucson for the last 6 years. He bought his bungalow 4 years ago & has spent a lot of time & money making it into a fabulous place particularly the garden. The property is located in a rural northern district of Tucson in the Catalina foothills affording fabulous views of the Catalina Mountains.

    The private garden has a pool, waterfall & is full of cacti & bird feeders that attract a constant stream of birds & other wildlife. Beyond the garden wall, Charlie owns the immediate surrounding land & that is full of cacti & small trees. I’ll save details of the flora & fauna for another day.

    Charlie (Charles Harrison) likes his darts & is ranked 27th in the USA & plays in tournaments all over the country. Last night after a few beers we took him on at darts, but even with a head start we couldn’t complete when he was hitting 180s.

    It initially seemed weird staying in someone’s house when they live there. We have exclusive use of 2 bedrooms & a bathroom & shared use of the rest of his house. It means that when he is out at work or darts, we have the whole place to ourselves & it genuinely feels like paradise.

    Charlie was out all day until gone 4.00pm, so Jackie & I just wallowed in & by the pool. It wasn’t without incident, a hummingbird feeder for no apparent reason fell of its hook & smashed, I sat on a lilo Jackie had been on all day & it popped & sunk, but worst of all a dove flew into the glass door & died.

    When Charlie returned we broke the bad news to him, luckily he was in a good mood, because he had won at darts! Jackie & I then went out to Walmart, where we bought 4 new lilos for Charlie & I bought myself some swim shorts & flip flops.

    That evening Jackie cooked a delicious Cottage Pie, which we all had, then we just chilled in the garden with a beer. Perfect!

    Song of the Day - Paradise by George Ezra.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    No Doves Fly Here by The Mob
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  • Day 50 - Jump in the Pool

    June 10, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    Woke up early & sat at the table & chairs by the bird feeders. There was a constant stream of birds that are attracted to the seeds & sugared water.

    My favourite are the Black-Chinned Hummingbirds, but we have a whole family of Gambel‘ s Quail complete with 12 chicks, Northern Cardinals, Red-Tailed Hawk, Northern Mockingbird, Pine Siskin, doves, woodpeckers, house finches & sparrows & many more. Too many to mention or identify!

    We also have a resident Desert Spiny Lizard & it’s mate, ground squirrels & rabbits. Coyotes are regular visitors, but we have only heard them not seen them & occasionally a Bobcat passes through.

    Jackie got up at 8.00am & announced that there was a dead mouse in the pool, I left Jackie to deal with that. After breakfast, we plonked down on our sun beds & lilos and literally did nothing, apart from wash the car.

    The only thing of note is that at lunchtime, we had a solitary beer each, then stupidly decided it was a good time to doing some star jumps off the diving board. Jackie did 3 or 4 while I tried to capture a decent photo, but unfortunately it had the effect of shaking up all the beer inside her. She went queasy & just made it to the bathroom to throw up. I think there is a moral to this......

    The day had been a positively pleasant 95 degrees with just the odd wispy cloud (I imagine it is similar in the UK being the middle of June!). Around 6.00pm, our sunbathing was rudely put on hold by a dark cloud that drifted over & watered the garden for half an hour.

    Charlie & I finished up the Cottage Pie, whilst Jackie had salad. We had a glass of wine & a relatively early night.

    Song of the Day - Jump (For My Love) by The Pointer Sisters.

    Bonus Song of the Day :-

    Hummingbird by B.B. King
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