It is snow joke (hahaha)
Trip Start Oct 16, 2009
163Trip End Feb 25, 2010
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I was awoken 7 hours later by the sound a car's wheel’s spinning. I peered out the window to see that 8 inches of snow had fallen and a few cars were having some problems getting off and on the main route. I spoke with the hotel manager and he said this was the biggest dump of snow Moab had seen in three years. Blimey! After I had gorged myself on the complimentary breakie I set out digging the Gee-Whiz out of the snow – earlier another couple had had their car dug out for them but I clearly was too late for that service. No matter I had some eggs and toast to work off.
Once on US191 I was soon being overtaken by eighteen wheelers who had no concern that there was still a lot of snow on the road – I mean sometimes the Gee Whiz had one wheel drive and sometimes no wheel drive so there was no chance of my tarting along too fast
I realised at this point that I needed to rethink my plans for the next few days as I had intended to use Kayenta as a base for a few trips back onto the Colorado plateau – but with this weather I could spend a lot of time back-tracking. I decided that I would curtail my time their and head further south to check out some different national parks and monuments.
One final treat on the way was to skirt around monument valley – famous in so many western films
And so to Kayenta. It was easy to find my Hotel as at three storeys it is probably the biggest place in town. Unfortunately for the first time since my first night in LA I seem to have room neighbours who need the TV at max volume. Now where did I put those ear plugs…
What I listened to. The late, great John Lennon. It was 29 years ago today that he was murdered which ironically was also a turning point in my life. I remember being at the Lower School youth club when a friend came up and told me Lennon had been shot. I don’t recall if this was on that day or a few days later but either way my response would not have changed – "who is John Lennon I asked". Over the coming weeks I learnt more about Lennon and also built on what had previously been only a passing knowledge of the Beatles. At this point in my life, I was twelve, my musical tastes stretched as far as Showaddywaddy so listening to the taped copy of my foster parents’ copy of the red album was a revelation. In March of 81 I bought a vinyl reissue of Please Please me in Paris (I still have it) and despite my friends telling me it would be in French – it was a great buy and is still one of my favourite albums. After that my late father fuelled my interest by buying me various Beatle and Solo Beatle albums and as soon as my disposable income actual became disposable I started buying in volume any music I could get my hands on. And you all know the rest!