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Back on the road. I had grand plans of getting up early and getting to Cortez with enough time to do the tour in Mesa Verde in the afternoon. This plan fell apart within seconds of the alarm going off. I am not a morning person. Unless I'm going to miss a flight or something that will cost me money, I will always hit the optional snooze button for, oh, at least an hour. But it worked out to make for an interesting day. Found myself a drinkable latte and hit the road. The Yank seemed slightly mystified with this whole coffee business. He doesn’t drink coffee at all – full points to him for not thinking that American sludge is coffee – so he didn’t realise why *real* coffee was such a big deal. The latte I got in Moab was tolerable. Not super sexy, but palatable. And most importantly, full of caffeine. I saw The Yank eyeing it off and suggested he try it. I haven’t seen that kind of facial expression since Goober took her first bite of brussel sprouts. So he’s not a fan.
I decided we had enough time to head back into Canyonlands. This particular park has three main sections. We’d only seen one of them and I decided that since we were going past the turn off into another "section" we should go check it out. This naturally took absolutely hours. Roads be long, out there in Utah. By the time I got us back out onto the Interstate, the weather was beginning to look a little dodgy. Some of my beautiful photos with lovely big clouds stuck on top of mountains began to have meaning. Two storm heads moving towards each other.
Now, I’ve never driven in snow, remember. The Yank has done it all his life, but The Yank wasn’t allowed to drive my rental car. We stopped and inhaled Subway in Monticello and walked back out into a serious grouping of cloud. He was very calm and reassuring but presumably thinking on the inside this mad Aussie was finally going to kill him with her driving. And within an hour or so, the rain turned to snow. The Yank went into smart-ass mode. “That’s quite a grip you have on the steering wheel, there.” Me: “Oh, you mean because I’m finally using two hands? Bite me.” I did in fact survive this ordeal. Made it all the way to Cortez without a single slip of a tyre. It was cold and wet when we got there though so we postponed the planned tour until the next morning.
Went to Walmart for the sheer hell of it, then had dinner at Denny’s . No trip to America is complete until I’ve eaten somewhere with red vinyl seats. Doesn’t matter how **** I feel after eating their food, it has to be done.
Now scroll down past the photos to where it says "Next Entry" and click on that. There's more to come.
I decided we had enough time to head back into Canyonlands. This particular park has three main sections. We’d only seen one of them and I decided that since we were going past the turn off into another "section" we should go check it out. This naturally took absolutely hours. Roads be long, out there in Utah. By the time I got us back out onto the Interstate, the weather was beginning to look a little dodgy. Some of my beautiful photos with lovely big clouds stuck on top of mountains began to have meaning. Two storm heads moving towards each other.
Now, I’ve never driven in snow, remember. The Yank has done it all his life, but The Yank wasn’t allowed to drive my rental car. We stopped and inhaled Subway in Monticello and walked back out into a serious grouping of cloud. He was very calm and reassuring but presumably thinking on the inside this mad Aussie was finally going to kill him with her driving. And within an hour or so, the rain turned to snow. The Yank went into smart-ass mode. “That’s quite a grip you have on the steering wheel, there.” Me: “Oh, you mean because I’m finally using two hands? Bite me.” I did in fact survive this ordeal. Made it all the way to Cortez without a single slip of a tyre. It was cold and wet when we got there though so we postponed the planned tour until the next morning.
Went to Walmart for the sheer hell of it, then had dinner at Denny’s . No trip to America is complete until I’ve eaten somewhere with red vinyl seats. Doesn’t matter how **** I feel after eating their food, it has to be done.
Now scroll down past the photos to where it says "Next Entry" and click on that. There's more to come.
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KarenY Wow, fab shot!