Rocks (Or the lack thereof)

We left Albuquerque heading for Page, AZ, which would be our night stop before heading to the Grand Canyon today. Stopped for our first Burger King of the trip, and tried the new Double BBQ Stack Something Or Other. It was pretty tasty, and the Dr Pepper was excellent, but we waited, I swear to god, about 30 minutes for our food. New Mexican Fast Food service is easily the worst we've experienced yet. Worse even than the KFC in Dundee which once told us "There's just no chicken!"

But it didn't matter really, because yesterday's good stuff all came after lunch. We took a very smart detour, thanks to Steve's skills with Google Maps, and drove up into Utah, turning onto Route 163. Monument Valley, folks.

Don't get me wrong, the drive there was impressive enough.



But I can't really use proper words to describe the stuff we've seen the last few days. I'll just put some photos up instead. Steve took the drive through Monument Valley. Never seen anything like it.











Classic Scottish Steve.

Then we hit a little weather.



Oh, and a dust storm.



Scary stuff, but again well handled Caroline Chevy and Scottish Steve. A good team. We stayed in the plushest Motel 6 ever in Page, which was really busy, Busy with us, and about 900 Germans. This became really funny when the fire alarm went off at 1AM for about 8 seconds, and the fire trucks arrived and plugged in anyway. Neil and I went out to check out the commotion, and saw a lot of very confused Germans. Worryingly they had no idea why the alarm went off, but we didn't fry in our sleep, so I reckon there was no fire.

Neil took over driving detail. We took a mini detour into town to see Glen Canyon and Lake Powell, then headed the 100 miles or so the the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Another spectacular drive, which often looked a little like this.



There isn't much point putting photos of the Canyon up, we really don't know where to start. It's impossible to take photos of, there's just so much of it. Like everyone says, it really doesn't disappoint.







More classic Scottish Steve.

Home for the night is St George, Utah. But another detour was in order first, through Zion National Park. A very good move, thanks a bunch to my old man for the tip.



Again, photos don't do it justice, but it was the drive of my life, I only wish we had a manual transmission car! Driving through mountains and canyons in an automatic is a bona fide pain in the ass. But it doesn't matter, Zion looked like equal parts Jurassic Park and Frontierland from Disneyworld. What does it say about me that Zion reminded me of Splash Mountain? Everything, I think. I thought we had a video of us singing the Jurassic Park theme as we descended into the canyon, but alas...

We dined at Outback tonight. Between us we consumed wings, chicken, shrimp, ribs, steak, sweet potato fries, salad, regular fries, garlic mash, peanut butter cheesecake, regular cheesecake, pecan brownie and key lime pie. And a lot of soda. Still recovering.

Tomorrow...



Oooooh, Las Vegas!

Until next time...