The journey from Sante Fe to Flagstaff is about 3.5 hours. We hit a thunderstorm on the way. And listen to some idiot on the radio talking crap about England.

When we arrive at Flagstaff, the Motel is overlooking huge peaks surrounded and covered in green woodland. We are in the hunting country.

We have tea at the 'grill your own' restaurant opposite the Harley Outlet.

Have an earlyish night, well until Paul snores cause earth tremors. I sock my iPod on and I can still hear him!

Gran Canyon in the morning!!!!!