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On the road to Pyramid: Day 1

[Part one of a series chronicling a trip through several western states and promoting the new ebook, The King of Silk. Warning: Red silk scarf contest clues included.]

Well, that’s not quite true. It was actually day two. But the first day consisted of getting off work and driving six hours in the dark to my sister’s house in Albuquerque and falling into bed. (Thanks, Sis.)

So this day began in the cold mountains east of Albuquerque under bright skies that turned gray before we (my sweet wife, and hot girlfriend, Rhonda) left. If you’re a product of the plains like me, the mountain and desert country of New Mexico and Arizona are a wonder. We snap large numbers of pictures as we drive down the interstate. On our last trip through here and on up into Nevada, we took 7500 pictures. Not a misprint. 25 gigabytes of digital wonder. And we’re off to a good start again.

We detoured at Petrified National Forest Park, close to Holbrook, Arizona. We had seen the painted desert section before, but this is the first time for the petrified wood section.  What the heck laid all these trees over, then preserved them for the ages? It’s a wonderful mystery.

Then it was off to the rock store for gifts. Why do we need to buy rocks, I asked Rhonda. They are just lying all over the place back in the park. Well, after the incident at Walker Lake in Nevada (a story for another time), you know the look I got.

Then it was back to the road for us. At Williams, Arizona, just west of Flagstaff, suppertime called. Williams is a neat little town where you can catch a passenger train to tour the Grand Canyon. It’s full of little shops and restaurants. We found this place called Pine Country Restaurant.

It manages to be roomy and cozy at the same time. A pie case greets/tantalizes at the door. We sat at a booth that might hold a dozen economy-sized folks, or good half-a dozen like me. The waitress was friendly and helpful (always a good sign).

What kind of food do you go to the western mountains to eat? The Icelandic Cod looked good to me and I wasn’t disappointed. Rhonda had a Reuben Burger. She allowed as how it was yummy. The Dutch apple pie (al la mode, of course) topped it off. I may gain a hundred pounds on this trip.

We toured their gift shop before getting back on the road and heading for our waypoint, Needles California. Needles may be most famous as the home of “Spike,” Snoopy’s (Peanuts) brother. We’ll see if we can catch a glimpse of him. Then it’s on to Fresno, California.

p.s. Sunday morning, Needles: Clear, sunny, and 65 degrees.

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  1. Rhonda
    February 6, 2011 at 4:49 pm

    Has been a wonderful trip so far. Weather has been beautiful and clear (opposed to the snow we hear is falling back home), the roads clear, and the company has been good. Mason and Dawson are keeping guard of the home fires and our sweet Talin is making certain the fish are fed (early and often). Looking forward to seeing the sights of Pyramid and reconnecting with the friends we made there on the trip last year.

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