So last night we stayed in Flagstaff centre, enjoyed a steak at Cuvee 98, then took a slow walk in the pitch black up to 1400 West Mars street (a whopping great hill over a mile in length) to the Lowell Observatory.
Tonight was supposed to be the best night to observe a meteor shower, however the clouds prevented seeing anything. There was a talk by one of the egg heads on what Meteors actually are, along with lots of “American” questions, “so like in the film where Bruce Willis saved the planet from a Meteor, is that like possible”.
We got to see the Clark Telescope, however since there was a heavy lightning storm they couldn’t get the thing our for fear of it acting as a 32 foot lightning rod.
All told a nice end to a fantastic day, apart from having to treat poor Mrs Fogg’s midge bites, one is actually the size of a satsuma, ouch!
In the Spirit of Halloween Mrs Fogg will gut a pumpkin and has let me buy the least scariest mask of all the ones I wanted to buy (and no that ain’t my normal face). This will be the face that greets the handful of children that visit on Oct 31st along with a blood soaked T-shirt and blood soaked apron, meat cleaver and slippers. Whilst Mrs Fogg will be dressed as Mortitia (growl).
So here we are in Flagstaff in the fall, it really is quite a pleasant little city with a nice historic area, lots of eateries and fun things to see.
So we set off at 7.45am MST travelled 550 miles at an average of 50 to 60 mph dependent upon how aggressive or lucky we felt or how much more would drop off the wreck. Stopped for Brekky at Capitan and had a wander round VLA, eventually arriving at Flagstaff at 7.45pm PST. Making a grand total of 11.5 hours driving on some of the worst roads you have ever seen and they were the motorways.
What an unexpected bonus on the route to Flagstaff we went past the Very Large Array which is 27 (85ft Diameter) Satellite dishes, which was just amazing to see. These are used to capture radio signals from space including those form Voyager II.
And here is Mrs Fogg stood on the Rio Grande New Mexico at the junction of the US380 and I-25 North to Socorro.
Well today saw us head out at 7.30 in the am on a monumental drive from Roswell NM to Flagstaff AZ, via the scenic route, through the likes of Lincoln (something to do with a goat called Billy) and Capitan home of Smokey the Bear, a symbol of US fire safety after a young bear cub was rescued from a 17,000 acre forest fire in the 1950’s (see I can do history today).
Well despite my run in with the local sandal wearing, tree hugging, almighty deity belevin freak this afternoon, we decided to go to Red Lobster for a really nice nosh up with our oh so friendly waiter (tip, tip, tip) Scott, who after tellin us he had a slight speech impediment, to which I pointed out that talking like an American wasn’t much of an impediment, more a way of life (in a rather loud tone). Way to hush an entire restaurant in one sentence. 
Picture the scene, Mr Fogg all contented having been immersed in lots of alien stuff, toys, pictures and the like, exits the UFO museum to wander back into downtown Roswell. As we are walking back to the RV a gentleman approaches him with another guy videoing and asked if Mr Fogg had just been into the UFO museum, and if so could he ask a few questions while videoing. Feeling obviously not his usual self, Mr Fogg happily agreed. 
Ooh how bizarre a picture of me in a really weird room at Roswell New Mexico, I guess Red Bull really does give you wings!