This is Elvis doing some dare devil water moves at Slide Rock State Park! The 'slide' is a slick natural water chute that 'hoys' you down the creek (yes some thrapper adjustment is required at the end!) Some of the chutes aren't really 'that smooth' if you know what I mean, sitting straight was quite difficult for a few minutes afterwards! And while I'm whingeing, the water was too bloody cold! Some habits die hard though, this place was 20 dollars to drive in, but we noticed only 3 dollars if you walked in. Solution - park outside, grab your towel and walk in - cha ching!
The stunning red-rock landscape surrounding Sedona is just 'awe-inspiring' and a photographers dream, but you need to get up early, this was 6:15am which was too late!
Elvis and I call this bird, the 'glass of water bird' because when it sings it sound just like a glass being filled with water. We think it must have something to do with that odd shaped sneck and the way it puffs out its lar-tars. For a cup-of tea can you name the bird that hangs around french campsites and sound like it is being throttled to death?
Some more beautiful red sandstone buttes and cliffs around and about. Elvis and I did something different here - free camping or 'dispersed' camping. Some of the National Forests let you camp for free. A few conditions though; must be 1/4 mile from the highway, must contain your fire within a fire ring and the third one...... well you need a shovel for this and need to be able to dig down six inches (or more if you've had a curry) and be a master of 'the dark arts'! Alternatively make sure you've found yourself a nice little self contained WC like in a library or restaurant (I favour the disabled ones or 'family facilities myself') and..... nee need for the digging!!Blogs are coming too fast for cup of tea responses I see, only one response from you-know-who. Get your kicks from route 66 is attributed to Bobby Troupe as the OS said - good spot of googlary. Anyone know whose booth we're sitting in from the last blog?
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Ok if no one else is playing, you were sitting in the booth of Wyatt Earp. The Outsourcer.
I don't really know the name of those warbling pigeons in France, but they sounded like this....uh, uhhhh, uh, uh, uh in a high-pitched Aunty Joan type screech! I can hear them as if it were yesterday.
Wood pigeons and bloody lucky it lived to tell the tale.
Something else that was lucky to tell the tale that year, which baffoon was repsonsible for the zip being repeatedly yanked up and down?
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