To say we slept badly in our car parked outside the Wickenburg Inn would be an understatement. Apparently deserts get really cold at night, who knew? (ok, we may have had some idea). We slept in our leather jackets and were glad that we had nicked the Qantas pillows and blankets from our flight to […]Read more "The Black Canyon Highway"
Today I learned that you should follow baseball if you want to get a room in Arizona. It was late, and I had been driving for six hours. Keeping me going for the last 150 miles had been the promise of a hot shower and a warm bed in Wickenburg, Arizona. I had made a […]Read more "Life Lesson #8 – No Room at the Inn"
We left San Diego just after 4:00 (about three hours later than planned). The Californian mountains looked like enormous piles of boulders as we drove east for six hours, most of the way parallel with the Mexican border. To pass the time as we drive, Paul is reading aloud the classic American road trip novel, On […]Read more "On the Road"