Gone native

So here we are in a freezing cold USA having arrived to a cold snap with only shorts and skimpy tops to our names.  Had a fab time in Las Vegas, despite dragging Craig walking for nearly 8 hours while we “did the sights”.  Then on to a true one horse town for a night in the middle of absolutely nowhere – at least it was quiet!  Today we visited the Skywalk – and how cool, 6 layers of glass between us and a 4,000ft drop to the valley floor.  The Folks decided to give that particular experience a miss, but have now experienced American home cooking comprising fries, salt, more fries and more salt washed down with beer.  Now we are travelling route 66 in our HUGE vehicle – so large that Mrs Folk has to get a helping heave up into the passenger seat cos her legs are too short, and bought a cushion so she can see out of the car window.

Next stop is Williams and the Grand Canyon where the Folks are planning on abandoning our delightful truck and catching a train instead.

So, an eventful trip so far, educating the Folks on tipping, jaywalking, demanding good service, and of course we keep booking them into some real treats of accomodation – last night the Bates motel, tonight a slight upgrade, tommorrow who knows what we have in store for them – a wigwam perhaps?


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  1. Sounds like fun. Is The Folks decision to take the train instead of the Fogg-mobile a direct reflection on the state of Mr Fogg’s driving? All quiet here, beautiful autumnul weekend, blue skies and sun shine. Not a sloe to be had anywhere though.
    Enjoy the trip and keep those blogs coming.
    Mrs Fink

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