Well, we did not quite get to Mexico.
But we did go rafting down a short section of the Colorado river,
below the surprisingly beautiful Glen Canyon dam.
Our guide was LaToyah, one of the 200,000 Navaho who live in that area of the southwest. When I asked her, she said she was an American, but that she came from the Navaho. Pretty obvious, really.
We then headed further south through Flagstaff and as far as Prescott (Both worth visiting, especially the latter).
After that we headed north west to the Californian coast hitting it at Carmel (One of Sarah's favourites), then headed south down the coast. It was good to 'be beside the seaside' once more after being landlocked for so long.
The Maiden ( as it is now known) remains, the beer is still good, the list of beers impressive, but the ol' guy is missing. I mourn his passing.
We enjoyed a three night stop at Santa Barbara (Sarah's favourite) - which included a 'very lively' halloween night at The Brew House. (The yanks really make a party of halloween, admirable considering it was mid-week) - before reaching LA along the coast.
On the 7th Nov we flew from LA and after three flights via San Salvador (and an earthquake) and Peru, into La Paz, Bolivia.
And that, my friends, looks set to be another story entirely......
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