Beep beep, beep beep, yes! Or no?

I was out in Joshua Tree National Park at 615am this morning – before the desert got hot.  My hope was to come across a Road Runner although my hopes weren’t that high as the official National Park Service website suggests there may not be very many of them in Joshua Tree. This seemed to jar with…

No ‘Beep beep’ but better luck with wrens

I neglected to say yesterday, so I’d better get it in quick now, that yesterday’s soundtrack was The Eagles, and Hotel California was playing as I crossed the State line.  Today I played another CD for the first time and it was, of course, the Beach Boys. I did some coastal mooching and then headed…

Flagstaff to the Ocean

I’m writing this with the sound of the Pacific waves near Carlsbad, California in my ears. I could live in Flagstaff it’s the most agreeable American town I’ve met.  It provided me with breakfast in the Grand Canyon Diner, whose waitress was a bit slow, and whose booths seemed full of English people – me and…

Flagstaff

I drove into Flagstaff  on a fragment of the ‘historic’ Route 66, which I last touched near its other end south of Chicago many days ago, hoping it would be nice as my ‘Rough Guide’ says it is – and it is.  I’ve spent very little time in towns you would have heard of since New York and it’s…

Condors again

I woke later than usual and strolled down to the Navajo Bridge to see what time California Condors get up.  #54 was still sitting on his or her metal girder and his or her companion resolved himself or herself to be #73.  They looked quite perky together but the world was still ignoring them so…