Days 79, 80, 81

Dear friends, you know that I’ve striven, even strived, to produce a posting to this blog on a daily basis, providing some interesting content concerning the activities of this usually happy band of travelers. Generally, I’ve been successful in this, but sometimes, well, poop happens. Mostly, I didn’t have much to report; Monday we were underway from Albuquerque to Holbrook, AZ, and Tuesday I just hung around the rig with Geri, while Don was gallivanting off touring the town and the Petrified Forest. He took a few pictures, some of which I may include in the blog. He had some very good things to say about Holbrook, particularly the Visitor Center in the old Courthouse, which was really a museum depicting the history of Holbrook, and an old restaurant from the Route 66 era, where he had lunch. He had wanted to have lunch at the old Bucket of Blood Saloon, where one of the Dalton boys shot a couple of guys he was playing cards with, but he found out that it had been closed for about half a century. He did find a very nice city park, with lots of grass, where he took me in the morning for my workout. In the afternoon, he drove back up 40 to Petrified Forest National Park to see some sights that he and Geri hadn’t seen the last time they were there. He enjoyed his day, and we enjoyed our day of rest. Today we departed Holbrook and headed west, landing in the town of Williams in the early afternoon. The RV Park we chose turned out to be very nice, unusual in that it is part motel and part RV Park. Some of the motel rooms are in an old railroad passenger car and a caboose, and others are constructed of flagstones. We’re parked in a site up on a hill overlooking the town, a very nice view.

After we got situated, we took a ride downtown, which turned out to be a very colorful and lively place. The town gets a lot of visitors, mostly because there is a railroad line that starts here and takes people to the Grand Canyon. Geri and Don had a drink of something at one of the old bars, then got me out of the truck for a walking tour of the town. It has a lot of interesting old shops, many restaurants, and a lot of nice people. There were a lot of motorcycles in town, and they were very noisy, but it didn’t bother me much, because a lot of my dog friends at home are very noisy, too. You know who you are. We went back to the coach, and I had my dinner, then Geri and Don went back to town to have dinner at a Mexican restaurant. They said it was very good; it must have been, as there were no leftovers coming home for me.

I hear that tomorrow we’re going to drive up to the Grand Canyon. Geri and Don have been there before, but I’ve never seen it; it sounds really exciting. Don has warned me not to chase any rabbits near the edge of the canyon. He probably knows best. I’ll give you my impressions tomorrow. Talk to you then!