Now those of you that know me, know I am a complete culture hound and history buff, err no that ain’t me is it, that’s the Mrs.
Oh well apparently I have some uses, one of which is a cup of tea brewing in the am and the poop emptying cos I can undo the slop tank (oh and I am a fantastic hubby as well).
But anyway for all my wonderful traits after our US brekky in Holbrook Arizona, we drove over 300 miles and 6.5 hours to Santa Fe, New Mexico so the Mrs can do that geeky thing (oldest town in America, lost of dead injuns, 7000 ft above sea level, see I do listen sometime).
Tonight local pizza scran, tomorrow lots of history things and then Monday to Roswell New Mexico to the Alien Museum (no not the illegal type either).
On the interest points and not just westerns or injun things, Easy Rider, Wild Hogs, No Country for Old men, The Book of Eli and Apaloosa were all filmed here, plus Val Kilmer and Shirley McLaine all live in Santa Fe,
So tonight we are going to watch the sunset, enjoy a drink and raise our glasses to our really good friends and of course the folks who should have returned from Spain.
To you all, cheers and goodnight, morning, afternoon and evening.
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We made it to Holbrook after a brief stop at Winslow. The KOA is fantastic in the petrified forrest, the staff are very friendly and they have a camp cook out, so last night was a New York steak and this morning sees us with a traditional American breakfast of pancakes.
In 2013 to celebrate my ahem 40(something) bday I am going to drive the US coast to coast on a Harley motorbike, including what is left of historic Route 66, either with my biker chick on her own bike (or even trike) or sat behind me on a fat boy.
On the road to Holbrook we stopped at Winslow for a photo opportunity at the Standing on The Corner.
This is our campsite at the Grand Canyon. We are right at the very top section of trailer village which comes complete with personal picnic table, grill pit and all hookup services. A lovely peaceful location. Tonight it’s another steak and a chance for Mr Fogg to BBQ in the dark after we’ve done the laundry- a 3/4 mile walk away.
This is our last full day at the Grand Canyon before we head out tomorrow to Holbrook. It’s an incredible sight (no matter how many visits, the colours and views are constantly different). You just cannot imagine the scale. Mr Fogg is stood right on the edge at approx 7,000 feet above sea level, the very bottom of the canyon is approx 2,400 feet above sea level where the Colorado river flows through. To reach the north side (we are on the south side) is a mere 10 miles across as the crow flies, and yet to cross you need to descend about 6 miles to the first plateau at Indian Gardens. In total to hike to the river bridge at the bottom it’s an 8hr trek, and a total of 21 miles to walk down, across and up the other side.
Picture the scene, you’ve spent the day hiking the Grand Canyon rim (a leisurely 18 miles, fraught with the dangers of French people who spread out across the path and expect you to jump off the edge so they needn’t move and oversized American women who block your way, apologise for doing so but still don’t move, grrrr) , come back, had a BBQ and seared a steer, then the marshmallow munchy monster comes along and starts toasting on the embers of your fire.
Hurrah we made it to the Grand Canyon at an average speed of 50mph. On the 12th Oct we sat and watched the sunset at 6.01pm before heading back to the Foggymobile for home cooked spagbol.
So early start this am, up at 7, shower at the superb Blake Ranch, breakfast and then the unhook process, turning the tap to release the “black” toilet waste and it was quite clear by the sound and the volumes that it had not been emptied when we got it, either that or several large creatures were flushed away.
Here in deepest darkest Kingman Arizona, the search continues for the highly illusive Duvet Monster. Last spotted curled up in a ball wrapped in a sleeping bag and snoring loudly.