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... both sites. The process of doing these sites is very orchestrated and well catered-for. You drive up the well-made-up roads. You park in a bay in a marked-out parking area. Use the restrooms if you need to (and don’t mind the smell of a hole-in-the-ground type toilet). You walk up to the viewing area, or follow the paths, and you will find information boards telling you about what you are looking at. The National Parks Service want ...
... more of Rick Steves on camping in Europe, and we have a really great friend in Germany who has done lots of camping and will be glad to help.
Really exciting is that we got tickets to the Mozart Requiem at the St. Charles Church in Vienna. After some initial hassles, like buying the wrong tickets, we were able to get tickets to see Vivaldi’s "The Four Seasons" at the St. Stephens Church. OMG, this is so exciting!!!
This is shaping up to be an ...
... edge of a u-shaped valley which was created by a glacier - I'm really looking forward to all the free geography lessons I'm going to get over the next few days as we wander round Yosemite) where the main industry seems to be fruit-growing. In fact the place we were staying at overnight was part of an orange tree plantation. It turned out that it also had a pool. We'd hardly rolled to a stop before the boys were diving ...
... people drive! We survive the freeway long enough to see another sunset, and finally find our route northwest to I-40. Allowing the GPS to speak again, I find that it is 158 miles along a two-lane road up to the freeway, and there is ONE town along the route. It's off to Wickenburg, Arizona for us!!
Amazingly, as we reach Wickenburg at 8:00pm, there is an RV Park that Ike spots right in town. Great ...
... also in the park, but we couldn’t see all of the signs because the snow was so high beside them: we learnt just how high as we proceeded down the so-called track and watched our feet sink into the snow on, at least, every third step. Of course my feet sank in more often than others’ and I let a few loud ‘whoops’ and ‘oh dear’ exclamations, as well as a few squeals, but no swearing occurred; everyone knew when I was standing behind them, or ...