Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Life is a journey not a destination...

...and this is certainly the case with Needles (in case you didn't get the point with the last posting).  So, with that said (again), we thought we'd post about the journey, which was a little more interesting:

By traveling from the Grand Canyon to Needles, we crossed from Arizona, straight into California, this time not entering Nevada at all due to the intersection of the state lines in this area...  see, I told you this would be interesting!  No?  OK, OK, so what else can we mention...

Top quote:  "Boo Hiss" (Accompanied by much wailing and gnashing of teeth.  This was from the boys and was due to us having to switch over from 'Star Wars II' - during a particularly exciting part - to a much more Mae-friendly 'Barbie:  A Christmas Carol' when she woke up - a special "no really, thanks" goes out to Sue and Dar for that one)

Traveling such a long way, eventually into the night, and on the last day of 2008, had us thinking about the year behind us, as well as what is ahead of us for 2009.  I'll admit that we had a few reflective moments, aided significantly by a couple of factors:  The scenery rolling by under a late winter sun, the buzz of Rosey's boxer engine, listening to old tunes (other than bl**dy CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!), the satisfying tiredness that comes from over two weeks of camping, traveling and lodging, and last but not least, the 'company' of some nice notes and e-mails:  Liz, Matt and Pete made us think of distant family and their respective adventures, an e-mail from Christoph and Hannah made us remember a lovely new years eve 2006 and Michelle reminded us of friends we've made here in California.

Below are a few images from the journey today, roughly in chronological order.  To enjoy the scenes the way we did, sit close to some noisy, vibrating mechanical device (like a washing machine on full spin) to replicate Rosey, and then, on top of that din, play 'A Kind of Blue' by Miles Davis as loud as you need to to hear it (but only for about three minutes, because after that the kids complain that "there aren't any words, Daddy!").  Am I entitled to call that the top tune if nobody else appreciated it?  







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