Started from Spokane. Drove through slush- and I have a front-wheel drive volvo; the front tires are also bald, ready to be replaced. Despite a few slips and slides, we made it through the night driving, Idaho, and into Utah.
We stopped at a diner full of men in camo. The place had a caged mynah bird in the back, chattering away. The food was delicious.
Somewhere in northern Utah, in the early hours/late night, I was cruising at 75mph, relaxed into the flow of driving, when right in front of me loomed a gigantic elk buck and his lady friend. She was leading him across the street, single file. I had no time to brake, but luckily he was a car’s-width from her, so I threaded the needle between them, an inch from his nose on one side and her massive haunches on the other.
“HO THERE”, I shouted, as Hawkins flinched awake and stared at the elk next to the passenger window. “ELKS!”
Drove through the land of child brides and bible billboards, until finally we got into Arizona. We spent the night at the Cameron trading post motel, an amazing, clean, silent lodge about an hour from the Grand Canyon. They had frybread on the menu, so of course I ordered enough to fill a backpack and ate it all.
Spent the day at the Canyon. Now I’m in Phoenix.
More updates later.
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