Firstly, I saw a coyote last night. At least I saw it’s arse end. Norjie was looking out the window and saw it. By the time I got to the window I saw it disappearing. And no amount of standing outside in the heat could bring it back. But I’ve seen lots of RoadRunners and Woodpeckers.
Anyway enough of this. We’re flipping along now to get ourselves back to Vegas to fly out in 48 hrs. Today was a drive, drive, scenic route, drive sort of day. Firstly Norjie has a buggered back and is hobbling along in pain. That’s a bummer. So it was me behind the wheel again (8 hours pretty much) with a short lunch break where we had Margaritas made with Prickly Pear Juice. But mine was a ‘Virgin, i.e. without the Tequila. But back to driving. Can I tell you that when I get home I’ll be getting in the wrong side of the car, pulling out onto the wrong side of the road and putting on the windscreen wipers every time I turn a corner. On the other hand if there is any question about whether I’m able to renew my license, I reckon I’ve acquitted myself way beyond expectations. I’m in the busy traffic negotiating my way into large cities with massive overpasses criss-crossing all around me. Roads in, roads out…God, it’s creepy. But on I go!!
Enough of that. Todays destination was Flagstaff, a motel on Route 66 to be precise and to be even more precise, “Elvis slept Here”!! Yes, true. But before Flagstaff we had scenic routes to traverse. Boring unscenic ones to start with, lots of traffic and lots of freeway. But we found the scenic route after negotiating the way around Phoenix and on up towards Sedona. Through really pretty towns such as Jerome, perched on the side of a cliff. We eventually got to Sedona and took the Red Rock Scenic Byway which included the Chapel of the Holy Cross perched into a cliff by some feat of engineering. It was a weird Chapel that had two feet on the floor that you were supposed to step in so that Jesus starred directly down at you. I didn’t step in the feet but I stood close by and that was enough starring for me. It was in a glorious position way up in the red rocks which meant trudging up a walkway in searing heat. Enough God to last a while.
There was nothing for it after that drive but to brave the traffic into Flagstaff which we did. The motel is not nearly as nice and atmospheric as the others we’ve stayed at such as the Monterey. There you got a hand-made cocktail as your welcome drink. Here you got a can of beer that Norjie pronounced worse than Budweiser. Mine went directly down the sink and bad back or no bad back I made Norjie come to find a liquor shop to buy some wine for the next two nights. We’ve got a snack from the motel ‘takeaway’ to share and we’ll sit in my room for a quick meal.
You’ll note that we aren’t taking in the towns, we’re moving on taking in only the highlights now. it’s that time when we’re just getting ourselves back to Vegas to get home. I think we are both in homeward bound mode. One more day on the road!