Ken heads into Phoenix, Arizona. Rumour has it his parents may be in town soon…
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December 12th, 2011Goodbye
December 12th, 2011The passing of each fly she swatted was marked with a muttered "Goodbye". I’d stopped at a small diner for breakfast. Yellow melamine counter. Stainless steel round stools, topped with green plastic. A sign above the serving hatch said simply "Kissin don’t last Cookin do". Country and Western in the background, words barely distinguishable. Homely feel.
I’d struggled to decide between a stack of pancakes and an omelette. Eventually plumping for the latter. Drizzled with melted cheese, a couple of thick bacon slices wrapped up inside. Departing suitably charged for a day on the road, my overnight stop ten miles or so back at Brenda mostly closed. The Country Store out of business. The campground cafe not open until eleven.
True Grit
December 12th, 2011The sign had said "Welcome to Arizona. The home of the Grand Canyon". I’d have taken a photograph but jaywalking on the Interstate lacked appeal. Besides, it’d hadn’t taken long to realise that a more apt description of State should include prodigious references to gravel and cacti. There was a lot of both. An awful lot.
I’d seen quite a few Recreational Vehicles parked up in the desert. The attraction alluding me. All the appeal of caravanning in a gravel pit. Reliant instead on my father unlocking the mystery. His suggestion that they were probably Alaskans wintering down south.
Beyond Hope
December 12th, 2011
Just like the sign writer’s grammar…
Hope lost
December 12th, 2011Hope, Arizona. Not a lot there. And that’s closed down.
Nocturnal motorway madness
December 11th, 2011Ken reflects on riding on the Interstate in the dark…
Crossing the Colorado
December 11th, 2011Ken crosses the Colorado river, leaving California for Arizona. Go figure, as the locals would say…
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