London to San Francisco
Born to be Wild
Wupatki National Monument
Lake Havasu City
San Francisco Airport
If future generations are to remember us with gratitude rather than contempt, we must leave them something more than the miracles of technology. We must leave them a glimpse of the world as it was in the beginning, not just after we got through with it.
Road Trip ! Road Trip !
In August and September 2002 Kas and I took our longest ever holiday together, driving a grand tour around the Southwestern United States starting from San Francisco and taking in the Sierra Nevada mountains, the Mojave Desert, Southern Utah, Northern Arizona and the California Coast. Here are our adventures.
The wind whips through the canyons of the American Southwest, and there is no one to hear it but us – a reminder of the 40,000 generations of thinking men and women who preceded us, about whom we know almost nothing, upon whom our civilization is based.
And so came the day that comes at the end of all good holidays – the one where you have most of a day to kill before your flight home, and no particular enthusiasm for doing anything.
Our final full day in the USA, and we decided that it would be a good day for doing as little as possible, so we just planned to look around Monterey and do lots of eating, drinking and relaxing.
The breakfast at the Bella Maggiore was extremely good, so we left in a good mood and with full stomachs. We hadn’t really decided where to go or what to do on this day, so the whole thing was a bit hit-and-miss.
This morning we suddenly got very conscious of the fact that we had just three nights left, and that we had to get all the way from the south-east side of Los Angeles to San Francisco.