. The road was that which had always wanted to drive through in America, desert, rock formations, lava fields, tumble weeds the lot. Terry went mad with the camera when he wasn't driving. Then into Arizona, the road trip here was not quite as impressive as through New Mexico but great all the same. Before arriving at our camp for the night we decided to visit the painted desert and petrified forest, OMG what a good decision that was it was beautiful, at the entrance the ranger asked how many in the vehicle, whether we had bought any rocks etc with us and warned us on pain of death, i think from the way she worded it, that we must not pick anything up in the park at all and take it away, we would be checked thoroughly on the way out. About halfway round we came across the Painted Desert Inn, that had been built by another gang of the CCC, the same as in Palo Duro Canyon. This was actually situated right on the old route 66, it was so atmospheric, brilliant. Every corner you turned in this National Park meant another change of terrain, breathtaking. Eventually we made it through and back on our way to our camp ground, as we exited we came to the dreaded gate check. We pulled to a stop by the rangers hut as directed, "How did you find it ?" he asked, Terry who was driving "Fantastic" Ranger " Did you pick up anything in the park ?" terry "No" ranger "Ok you can pass" Not sure my nerves will take many more of this intensive interrogation . Before reaching the camp we stopped at a Safeway we found, thats right Safeway they still exist out here, but Terry in his wisdom decides the car park is too small for evie the rv so parks on the street
. Terry Dave and Liz disappear into the store, I am all shopped out and am left riding shotgun on evie the rv until they return. I then realise he has stopped right opposite a trailer park. Well its not long before i start attracting the interest of the inhabitants, I have heard of trailer trash on tv but OMG i never realised how true it was until they started to visit me. Doors locked until the others return, which they do with a loaded trolley which then attracts more attention from the locals who have to disuaded and not too subtly. Then at last we arrive at our camp site, this is really nice, so are the people but very quiet at this time of the year, begs the question why we are still allocated the furthest site from the showers etc with others standing empty, I am sure somebody has contacted them before we arrive about Terry and Dave and there snoring. Anyway wine and scotch opened off to Grand Canyon tomorrow.
Still continuing west on the renamed route 66 we stopped at Alburquerque for the night. The drive from Amarillo had taken it out of Terry and Dave a bit because of the strong winds, we even had a bit of a dust storm. Imagine our delight when we arrived at the camp site to find that they had a hot tub, bliss. Terry was even happier there was a KFC in walking distance, off he went with Dave on the pretence of finding a liquor store only to come back empty handed in the booze department but a beaming Terry had two KFC chicken sandwiches, or what was left of them anyway. Much to mine and Liz,s disgust as we had been slaving over a hot oven in baking heat to cook a roast dinner, yes you've guessed it a chicken roast. On pain of death he was told to eat it, which he did. Then off to the hot tub. Great but then Terry and Dave paraded around in their sarongs donated by Michael from India, what a sight, at least Terry had the decency to keep his shirt on. Next morning Monday, it was west again towards Holbrook and the painted desert