Let’s just get this said upfront and out of the way – any lavish praise you hear of Bryce Canyon is totally justified.
I spent two months of a summer in Salt Lake City, some 13 years ago now, and still remember clearly being reminded almost on a daily basis that I must make the effort to travel south and see Bryce Canyon before I returned home. Well, that opportunity never presented itself, and I’ve always wondered if I missed out.
Talk about doing an 180o turnabout in activity. We immediately go from 2 weeks of sitting still, to a week filled with a flurry of visits and experiences; starting the moment we leave Flagstaff.
We pull out of Navajo Depot and less than an hour later we come to a halt at Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument – to see what the aftermath of a volcanic eruption looks like (or in my mind, what it would be like to walk on the surface of another planet).
Our time is up here in Flagstaff and it’s time to shake a leg and move on – because the bus is finally fixed!
Now, just so you know, take that with a little pinch of salt, because while we have changed the exhaust and it seems from our test runs that the fumes no longer overrun the bus (thereby alleviating us of the possibility of dying); we do still have a slight residual smell in the cupboards.
But we’ll deal with that at some point later – for now, let’s drive!
I awake to the sound of the radio, metal cutting and man talk. It seems the solar installation is well underway, bright and early.
I have the bus to myself for the day. I am beginning to realise just how precious and necessary these moments are to my well-being. I flick on the TV, boil the kettle and settle in for a relaxing day sewing.
Hand’s up, I admit it, I’ve been procrastinating these past two weeks. Well, at least as far as writing goes. I’ve been as busy as a bee when it comes to my transcription and sewing work.
I’ve managed to complete my first ever, one hour long transcription file (that equates to 7.5 hours of typing and a payment of $33. For the non-mathematicians among us, that’s $4.40 per hour and a really sore back and butt. Yup, I’m living the American dream baby…) AND I’ve made my very first flatty dog, sewn by hand.
But yes, of writing there has been none. I guess I’ve just been in slack brain mode, sorry.
RV travelling can be such a see-saw. One minute we seem to be continually on the go, a new place to lay our heads every night and so many things to explore, and the next, we find ourselves plonked in an RV park, nearing the 4 week stay mark.