This was, in a way, a nostalgic trip for me. We first met, in what's now called "real life", during a similar trip a few years back. At that time I had a new Mustang convertible and work to do in Vegas, I wanted to make something of a routine business trip and so drove with one of my daughters. Once we were done with Vegas we drove on to the sea so as to do the iconic thing and drive the open car in the surf. This blurry image is one of my favourite pictures, it shows us with a stoned out surfer dude we met on the beach, that's our cooler; he provided the board and the lesson and we provided the beer. We're doing something with our hands that surfers do or possibly something surfers have tourists do so as to make them figures of fun.
After the beach we toured some national parks and then, as one does in strange parts of the world, we went for a quiet beer with a fellow Gruniad poster. How it came to be that I and that very poster later found ourselves in an ancient truck loaded with discount equine supplies headed for Canada will, no doubt, unfold in the blog equivalent of flashbacks. For now let's just say that events took a wonderful but totally unexpected turn.
We had started the climb pretty far down the Western Slope and so it was a long haul
up
and up
and up
and up
to the tunnel
and out on the other side
after that it's all downhill....
The Land Cruiser ran like a top. It would, of course, it had less than 130,000 miles on the clock. It's not fabulously economical though averaging 14.5 mpg (US), that's 17.5 imperial, across the states. Fortunately we brought it to Canada where fuel consumption is too difficult to calculate and so not something to worry about.
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