Visitors from French class!

For the second time in as many years, a group representing our former French class arrived in Bergerac to pose as tourists! So, I pretended to be a tour guide and brought them to various places in the general Dordogne area.
Our first stop, on the way from the airport, was for coffee and crepes in the World Heritage town of St. Emilion.

In the afternoon, we went on to explore the wonderful Gouffre de Proumeyssac, a cave containing huge numbers of stalagmites, stalactites and other shapes formed over millions of years. Until relatively recently, the only way to enter was in a bucket which held three people and was lowered and raised by walking a horse round in a circle. This meant, on occasion, a hair-raising experience, if the horse decided to behave in an unfriendly manner!

Next we stopped at the little village of Limeuil, one of the Plus Beaux Villages de France, which overlooks the confluence of the Vezere and Dordogne rivers. The riverside area looked beautiful in the early evening sunlight.

On the following morning, we set off for the chateau of Castelnaud, which supported the Cathars in the early 13th century, and suffered for its efforts. It changed hands many times during the 100 years years war (which actually lasted 116 years!) and the wars of religion which followed. It was also wrecked following the French Revolution, but is now restored and has an excellent collection of arms and weapons from the various periods.

This was followed by a tour of the nearby "hanging gardens" of Marqueyssac. These gardens are a little different, and contain, inter alia, 150,000 box plants, trimmed to a variety of shapes. It's a deceptively large area, topped by a "belvedere" with a great view of the river Dordogne, the chateaux of Castelnaud and Beynac, and the lovely village of La Roque Gageac.

We then drove the few kilometres to La Roque Gageac for lunch. La Roque is another of the Les Plus Beaux Villages de France, and is partly built into the rock overlooking a wide stretch of the Dordogne. It is packed with restaurants and cafes, and cruises on the river are available in the local gabarres or flat-bottomed boats. In high season, it is over-run with tourists, and it is often difficult to find parking. By early October, despite the Indian summer, the numbers have thinned out a little.

Having seen at least some of the Dordogne valley, we decided to have a look at the valley of the Vezere, a tributary of the Dordogne. So we drove through Sarlat to the little village of St. Leon sur Vezere, yet another of the Les Plus Beaux Villages de France.

We then turned around and took a back road to the Roque St. Christophe. This fortified rock dwelling was inhabited continuously for a period of around 55,000 years, much longer than any of the towers in Ballymun. It is favourably situated, overlooking the Vezere from a height, and the whole valley for miles in three directions. It also appears that other lookouts were able to signal the approach of attackers from long distances, which made surprise attacks very difficult.

Very close to the "Roque" is the tiny village of Le Moustier. This is the village after which the Mousterian Age and tool culture are named in archaeology. It became famous after the discovery of a neanderthal skull over 100 years ago, in an "abri" or shelter made of rock. The skull was 55,000 years old.

On the way "home" we passed through the famous and historic town of Les Eyzies de Tayac, famous for its "Cro-Magnon" man statue, outside the museum. The museum itself is unique in that it is partly built into the rock, as the "abri" where many early artefacts were found has been incorporated into the museum building. Many regard this area as the "cradle of civilisation".

We passed through the scenic village of Le Buisson on the way west towards Bergerac. It is best known for its Cadouin Abbey and cloisters.

Next day, after a good night's sleep and some shopping, we repaired to the recently restored chateau of Bridoire. Once the subject of protests that landed the protesters in jail, Bridoire has been restored as a result of a campaign that lasted 22 years. It was originally owned by the state, and neglected, hence the protests. Eventually, it was sold into private ownership and restored. It is ideal for groups of children, as it features dozens of medieval games for their amusement. Adults have been known to attempt these games, with varying levels of success!

Finally, another visit to sample the famous wines of Monbazillac. This hilltop chateau is a major venue for weddings, and wedding photographs. During our visit, a wedding was taking place in which Bernard and David were joining up for better or for worse. The view from the chateau grounds is stupendous, with the town of Bergerac spread out in the valley below, topped by the spire of the church of Notre Dame.

The visitors returned to Dublin next day, tired but happy, after another good night's sleep.

Please note that I did not take any of the above photographs. But, they're all in the public domain, and I have not infringed any copyright.

Yellowstone pilgrimage

I have always wanted to visit Yellowstone National Park, in Wyoming, USA. This year (2014) I decided to do it. So, we flew to Denver, and drove to Grand Teton, via Rawlins, WY.

20^th May 2014

We drove from Rawlins Wyoming through a largely boring, desolate landscape, but which has some incredible geological formations in places. I have no idea what these are called or what their origin is, but they are interesting to look at. I photographed only one, a red rock formation. With about 50 miles to go to the entrance to Grand Teton National Park, we drove through a snowstorm! This was somewhat unexpected in late May, but it didn't last long, as we descended rapidly below the snow line. We arrived early at the Jackson Lake Lodge, and were told that out “cottage” wouldn't be ready until 4pm. We passed the time by driving to see some of the nearby sights. The park is set among the Teton range of the Rocky mountains, which are still covered in snow. We tried to drive to the top of Signal Mountain, but found the road still closed due to snow. Instead we stopped at the Jackson Lake dam, which doubles as the main road, and took photographs. The place was black with Orientals, Chinese and Japanese, covered in Canons, Nikons and tripods.

We eventually checked into our “cottage”, somewhat like a motel room, but minus the television, microwave and fridge. But, it has two great beds, a nice bathroom, a coffee machine and free wifi for any number of devices. We couldn't find it at first for the simple reason that the signboards were covered in snowdrifts. But, first thing the next morning, two men with shovels uncovered all the snow- covered signs. There are mainly two types of people here, young Chinese and very old Americans.

Tetons reflected in the reservoir/dam

Marina at Colter Bay

21^st May 2014

We visited Jackson in the morning. It should not be confused with the much bigger Jackson Mississippi, of “lookout Jackson town” fame. It is a lovely town, which is quite a surprise. In the preceding two days, we had traversed three western towns, Cheyenne, Laramie and Rawlins, all in Wyoming, and one more run-down and boring than the next. Do not bother to visit any of these towns. They have no redeeming features. “The man” should deny that he is from Laramie! But, Jackson is pretty. And Jackson Hole, where the town and much of the park are situated, is a very scenic place, with snow-covered mountains all around. The main range is the Tetons, after which the park is named.

Main Street Jackson Wyoming

Sunrise at Oxbow Bend

22^nd May 2014

I have risen for dawn the first two mornings to get photographs in the early light. It was minus one this morning at a quarter past five! I've been lucky with clear skies. Of course, a red sunrise would be better, with a thundery sky opposite, but these miracles rarely happen. When they do, the resulting photos can be worth a lot. Landscapes are supposed to look better under the early morning or late evening light.

For the Mormon barn photo I had to drive over 20 miles in the pre-dawn light, carefully avoiding herds of elk on the way. Several other people had the same idea, all wrapped up from head to toe against the cold. Just as I was leaving to go for breakfast, a herd of bison (buffalo) appeared from nowhere, and sauntered away into the distance. (I'm not sure why they don't call them buffalo any more). The barns were part of homesteads built by the Moulton family who came from Utah to promote Mormonism. They gave up, and abandoned them a long time ago.

 Dawn on the Mormon barn

Jenny Lake

23^rd May 2014

We make the short(ish) journey to Yellowstone, stopping here and there to look at the sights. The first impression of Yellowstone is that the snow is much deeper than in Grand Teton. As we drive along the shores of Lake Yellowstone we notice that it is still iced over. This is a big surprise, as it's late May. Apparently, Lake Yellowstone spends seven months of the year covered in ice and snow.

When we reach the Lake resort, we get checked immediately into our “frontier cabin” even though we're two hours early. There is no wifi, but it's available free in the business “center”. The cabin is similar to the “cottage” apart from the lack of a wardrobe.

One of the interesting features of Yellowstone is the preponderance of dead trees almost everywhere. The reason for this is the 1988 fire which affected almost 800,000 acres, almost a third of the park's area. But, in most places, a new forest has grown up. Many of these forests are made up of ponderosa pine, whose seeds will only sprout following a fire.

While Grand Teton is noted for its mountains and lakes, Yellowstone is famous for its geysers, hot springs and its wildlife. The most famous geyser is Old Faithful, so named because it explodes faithfully approximately every 90 minutes. By far the biggest in the park is the Steamboat Geyser, but it erupts only when it feels like it, which isn't very often. Its last eruption was in July 2013, almost a year ago. It shoots water 300 feet in the air, or three times the height of Old Faithful.

Another feature of the park is the smell of sulphur and other chemicals from the ubiquitous hot steam. Some visitors, Chinese in particular, wrap their heads up like astronauts to keep out the unpleasant fumes and smell. Surely, it can't be worse than the pollution in Chinese cities?

The sheer size of Yellowstone surprised me. It is over 100 miles from bottom to top. By the time we leave, we will have driven at least 750 miles within the park. For that reason, we split the 4-night stay into two days at Yellowstone Lake, near the bottom, and two at Mammoth Hot Springs at the very top. Most of the park is in Wyoming, but 3% of it is in Montana, and Mammoth is right at the Montana state line.

There are speed limits in the park, the maximum speed being 45 mph. But, it's as low as 15 in places. However, it's still dangerous, as some idiots who think they've spotted a bear, or even a dinosaur, slam on the brakes to get a better look. There are specific stopping places every few hundred yards, and you are warned to stop only in these spots. But, when wildlife is spotted, drivers pull in everywhere, and often just stop without pulling in at all. Like the way they used to park in Castleblaney. The bear often turns out to be a rock.

 Old Faithful geyser

Grand Prismatic Spring

24^th May 2014

I get up for dawn, and drive to the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone, to view the two waterfalls, Lower and Upper. There is one Chinese man at Lower Falls, along with his wife and father. His wife complains to me that he gets her up for every sunrise and drags her to every sunset. He's covered in equipment, including every filter ever invented. Both falls look well in the morning light, so I head for breakfast tired but happy!

We drive to the Old Faithful area, named after the most famous geyser, and are rewarded on arrival with a prompt eruption, in bright sunlight, to the delight of the hundreds of spectators.

We drive to the Norris Basin, which is where many of the steaming features are grouped. Seated on the largest volcano in the world, the area hisses and sizzles all day long. However, it hasn't erupted in a major way in 640,000 years, so it's due to blow any day now! One of the features of this area is the Steamboat Geyser, the biggest in the park, but which erupts irregularly, usually less than once a year. We met a woman there who had once actually witnessed an eruption. I suggested that she should play the lottery!

We also visit the most spectacular hot spring, Grand Prismatic, which attracts very big crowds, and makes parking difficult. Like many of the features here, it has a large boardwalk around it, to facilitate spectators, but also to keep them at a safe distance. However, to see it properly, it is necessary to climb the mountain behind it and look down on it from a height. The climb is worth it, even though it's a little hazardous for someone with a recent hip replacement!

 Nirvana Terrace in Yellowstone

Lower Falls at dawn in Grand Canyon of Yellowstone

25^th May 2014

We check in to our second Yellowstone accommodation, another frontier cabin, almost identical to the first one. Except that this one has a hair-dryer but no coffee machine! But, it has six elk grazing out in front, and a view of the Gallatin mountain range from the front verandah. We tour the “Travertine terraces”, some by car and some on foot. These are spectacular manifestations of all kinds of volcanic and chemical activity and skulduggery, resulting in all kinds of shapes and colours.

We ate in the hotel restaurant, where one of the servers was Siobhan from Galway, who tired of big-city New York living (not to mention Galway!) and came out west for adventure. Later on, we drive to Hayden Valley for the sunset.

 Sunset at Hayden Valley

Upper Falls just after dawn

26^th May 2014

I get up at six to see, and capture, the effect of the rising sunlight on some of the shapes and colours of the “terraces”. There are about half a dozen cameras there, including that of a man from Texas, who is making the trip with his wife for their 35^th wedding anniversary. He's not impressed by the fact that I'm married 43 years! In the afternoon, after a tour of Lamar Valley, where we spotted a real live bear among other wonders, we sit down to read in the hotel lobby while the cabin is being refreshed. I suddenly realise that I'm being addressed by the same big Texan, who is now wearing a medical boot apparatus on his right leg. He said that he went over on his left ankle in a car park, and fell over, screwing the right knee in the process, and dislocating his unfortunate kneecap. It being Memorial Day, a bank holiday, the local medical centre is not open, so he had to drive 56 miles on one leg to Livingston Montana to get medical attention.

 Rusty rocks near Grand Prismatic Spring

Orange Spring Mound

27^th May 2014

We leave Yellowstone, and drive 175 miles to Billings, Montana. We traversed a road called Beartooth Highway, over Beartooth Pass (I'm not making up these names!), and it was an experience. It was extremely scenic, but for about 40 miles it consisted entirely of corkscrews, switchbacks, hairpins, and "virages", with snow piled five feet high on both sides. We eventually reached Billings, Montana, a significant, and apparently civilised city! The first thing I have to do is to find a tyre centre to fix a slow puncture. A display on the dashboard shows the pressure in each tyre, and the rear right has been dropping alarmingly for over 100 miles. When the repir has been done, I discover that the car hire company had inflated the tires away above the recommended pressure, and also well above the maximum safe pressure! 50 psi!! So much for car hire companies. The car has only 3000 miles on the clock, but the boot lid doesn't lock.

 Beartooth Lake

Beartooth Pass

28^th May 2014

We drove from Billings, Montana to Douglas Wyoming (320 miles)for another overnight stop. This was a long and often boring motorway drive, but the boredom was temporarily lifted by a visit to the Little Bighorn Battlefield. This is a huge national monument, and includes a national cemetery for fallen soldiers. There are detailed accounts and illustrations of how the battle unfolded, and memorials to the dead on each side, with the indian memorial being the more impressive. Less than 100 indians died with some 250 soldiers, but the cemetery has thousands of graves containing soldiers from many wars, including Korea and the World Wars, where the Germans were twice runners-up. Every year on June 25^th, a ceremony is held here, conducted by the indians, but all are welcome. The descendant of Sitting Bull who currently runs the show is Donlin Ten Bad Horses, as most people already know.

 National Cemetery at Little Bighorn

Roosevelt Arch at Gardiner, Montana - North entrance to Yellowstone

29^th May 2014

Douglas Wyoming to Estes Park, Colorado (260 miles), which is close to the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park. We drive south on Interstate 25, then take US 34 West. It is fine for the first few miles. Then it turns into Beartooth Highway without the snow! It's hairpin after hairpin for 22 miles, like driving through the Grand Canyon, with towering rock formations on each side, and a river (The Big Thompson) flowing alongside. It is certainly scenic, but the scenery begins to wear thin after a long drive two days in a row! It does eventually bring us to Estes Park, a nice mountain town, overlooked by the mountains and the Stanley Hotel, where “The Shining” was made.

 Bear Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park

Sprague Lake in RMNP

30^th May 2014

We decide to travel Trail Ridge Road, 48 miles from Estes Park to Grand Lake, and 48 miles back, opened after the winter only three days ago. When it was first opened in the 1930s it was described as the “scenic wonder road of the world”.

On the outward leg, we enjoyed the scenery, with dappled sunlight falling on many of the peaks, and numerous places to pull in, enjoy the view, and take photographs. The road is good, but has a million bends and steep climbs and descents, and has snow five feet deep piled up along both sides for 90% of its length. It took more than two hours to reach Grand Lake, by which time the weather had changed. Grand Lake was barely visible through the rain, reminding me of holidays in Donegal, hundreds of years ago.

On the return journey we encountered the father and mother of all storms, with rain, sleet and hailstones, driven by strong winds, pounding down. The temperature dropped to freezing, 25 degrees colder than it was 4,000 feet below. The highest point is over 12,000 feet; it has sharp drops on one side or the other for most of the way, and there are no barriers to prevent us becoming part of the scenery hundreds of feet below! It is the highest continuous paved road in the US. It is an adventure, but it's a relief when it's finished, and we're back down at 7,000 feet!

 Sunlit peak seen from Trail Ridge Road

Dawn on Long's Peak (and other peaks) from Trail Ridge Road

31^st May 2014

On our last day in the mountains, I get up at 05:00 for dawn, and drive to an “overlook” on the near part of Trail Ridge Road. This time, I'm lucky with the weather, with clear skies, so the morning rays can fall directly on the peaks. There is only one other person there, a woman from Wisconsin, who claims to have had open heart surgery three times, as well as five pacemakers. She volunteered all this information while capturing the dawn scene on her camera.

 Dawn rays seen from near Cub Lake

Sunset rays near Cub Lake

1^st June 2014

We rise again at the crack of dawn, as we have to drive to Denver airport, return the car, and check in the bags, all before 09:00. And, the main road is closed due to roadworks, so we have to take a “scenic” route instead. When giving the car back, I complained about its shortcomings, and was immediately told that a significant refund would be made to my credit card in two weeks. However, I'm not holding my breath.

 Chipmunk

Buffalo/Bison

Autumn has arrived

There are several ways to tell that autumn is here, but the most convincing is the vendange, the wine harvest. Last week, on a cycle, it suddenly struck me, even though it was 25 degrees and felt like summer. An enormous tractor, towing an even bigger trailer, joined the road a little ahead of me. I couldn't see what was in the trailer until I caught up with it. It turned out to be a heaving mass of purple grapes, the biggest quantity that I have ever seen in one place. Probably at least a ton. A little further on, a grape harvester was at work, slowly wending its way along a row of vines. These huge machines, which seem to be always painted blue, are interesting to watch. They completely envelop the plants, and seem to be chewing them up with huge plastic teeth. But, behind the machine, the plants emerge apparently unscathed, apart from the fact that they're denuded of grapes. These machines are much in demand this time of year, and regularly start work at 04:00. A few kilometres further on, in the village of Le Fleix, I passed the wine co-operative building. All the doors were open, and I was almost knocked off the bike by the smell of fermenting (rotting?) grapes.

Mention of the tractor reminds me of one of my French cycling friends who recently had an altercation with a tractor. He had turned quickly on to a narrow side-road, featuring an even narrower bridge, with the sun in his eyes. He didn't immediately notice that the bridge was entirely occupied by a very large tractor. He managed to avoid hitting it head-on, but couldn't avoid the huge back wheel, and descended rapidly off the bike on his left side, bruising everything from his ankle to his ear, and damaging several ligaments in his shoulder. It could be worse. He could be dead. He has no broken bones, and will be cycling again shortly. We have asked him, however, whether he'll be expected to pay for the damage to the tractor. He doesn't get the joke.

A few days ago, on another cycle, I came across, for the first time, a sunflower harvester. This is also a vast machine that moves much more quickly than a grape machine, and throws up clouds of dust. It cuts the stems off half a metre from the ground, for reasons unknown to me. The sunflowers grown around here, and there are a lot of them this year, all go to make sunflower oil.

Another sign of autumn is to be found in the fruit and vegetable market. A few days ago, only one stall had any charente melons. I bought one, and she said to me that these were the last of the crop. The numbers of stalls selling peaches and nectarines has dropped to just a few. Soon there will be none. They only sell stuff in season. There are still plenty of figs and walnuts. Last week one of the supermarkets was selling figs from Turkey! And, the Dordogne is covered in figs. That's the difference between the supermarkets and the markets; the latter sell only local produce. The supermarkets are also selling garlic from Argentina! There should be a law.

Today, I came across an apple-picking scene. There are huge orchards to the west of the town, and they've been festooned with big green boxes for weeks. These are the boxes into which they place the hand-picked apples. Today, I met a full-size articulated truck loaded with hundreds of green boxes, full of apples. I often wondered if they had mechanised the apple-picking, but they just climb ladders and place the apples in crates which are then emptied into the boxes.
How much do you know about compost heaps? I have a big compost bin, and I know one thing now that I didn't know before. In hot weather, you can listen to the compost at work. You can clearly hear the wildlife chomping away at the the vegetable matter. In fact, if you have the stomach for it, you can lift the lid and watch them in action! It's gone quiet now that the temperature has dropped.

One morning recently,  we awoke to the sound of men's voices in the garden/driveway next door. We noted that the outside light had been turned on, - a rare event. The husband has a heart problem and cancer and a number of other things wrong with him, and has been taken away by ambulance (the SAMU) previously. So, we concluded that this was another such event. Later that day we met Madame, and expressed our concern for Monsieur. She said it was nothing of the sort. It was the men arriving to close the pool! At twenty past six? An hour and a half before sunrise! Only the French!
Sarkozy is back in the news. He never really left. He had been before a Tribunal de Grand Instance, charged with accepting large sums of money from Liliane Bettencourt, the richest woman in France, before being elected president. She owns L'Oreal. He has now been acquitted of all charges. Every time they show a clip of him, they also show Mme Bettencourt, a wizened old dame, being led along. She has gone completely loopy in recent years. She is also living proof that the L'Oreal anti-ageing products don't work! (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2449482/Woman-suffers-blistered-face-using-LOreal-anti-wrinkle-cream.html)

The big news today is the weather. The French are nearly as obsessed with the weather as the Irish. I can't understand it, as they get the weather that you would expect most of the time. But, it's still news when it happens. In summer they suddenly announce that it's hot on such and such a beach, and they go there and interview a few bucket-and-spade wielding visitors to confirm that it's great seaside weather. Today they're excited that it snowed in the Alps and some other (high) places. So they show a herd of cattle battling their way through a snowdrift, and interview the farmer about the hardships of winter, as if this is something new. It turns out that the snow arrives on this very day most years! The intrepid reporter is dressed like Nanouk of the North, and looks like a snowman by the time he's finished his live report. All he's missing is a carrot for a nose.
Watch this space!

Escape to America!

Sojourn in America

We started in Los Angeles, picked up a car at the airport, and a GPS (Tomtom) which had been previously ordered, at a branch of Walmart, the legendary retailer whose stores remind one of the third world. While there we bought a US cell-phone for less than ten dollars, and a coolbox! By the time we got to bed, it was 07:00 (the next day) back in Dublin, which we left earlier in the day.

Las Vegas was next. We drove through uninhabited semi-desert for hours on end. Las Vegas is just plain awful. But, it's on the way to interesting places, and has plenty of accommodation at reasonable prices. There is no other good reason to ever visit Las Vegas. The hotel we stayed in, the Excalibur, had 4,000 rooms! The lobby had literally hundreds of gambling machines, being played at all hours by people of all ages, including little old ladies in Zimmer frames. Eighteen of the 25 biggest hotels in the world are on one street in Las Vegas. Stay away from Las Vegas.

That's the Excalibur Hotel!

From there we drove, through more semi-desert, to Zion and Bryce canyons, where we spent two nights in Ruby's Inn Best Western Motel, right beside the entrance to Bryce Canyon National Park. The following morning, I got up before dawn (05:30) to see the sun rise over Bryce Canyon and take some photographs. This was a cold experience, must have been about -5C. But, it was worth it, and nice to get back indoors for breakfast. Bryce is famous for “hoodoos”, pieces that stick up like stalagmites, and come in many shapes and colours. There are many viewpoints along the edge, each with a different scene to ogle or photograph. Getting out of bed for dawn, one of the coldest experiences of my life, was worth it for the view, and the colours.

Bryce Canyon at dawn

The next stop was the “city” of Moab, Utah. A “city” in America is anywhere with a postal code. Some have as few as 50 residents. Moab is situated between two parks, Arches and Canyonlands. Arches park contains interesting sandstone features projected upwards, many of them (hundreds) in the form of arches. Canyonlands is quite different, although one of its best-known features is the Mesa Arch. It contains various canyons and rifts in the ground, some of which you can drive down into, if you have the nerve and a 4-wheel drive vehicle. I had neither. It also features a big hole in the ground called Upheaval Dome. There is a long-running debate about its origin, with some claiming that a meteorite caused it, while others attribute its existence to natural geological events. One thing is agreed, and that is that its existence preceded that of the Rockies mountain range.

Mesa Arch in Canyonlands National Park

We then moved on to Mesa Verde. You never heard of it? Neither did I. It's a valley surrounded by cliffs where Puebloan (indians) lived for 600 years. During their last 50 years there, they built a lot of living accommodation, much of which still survives. (Why shouldn't it; there are older houses in the centre of Bergerac!) But, there is a mystery attached to it. Around 1300, about 50 years after the building “project” began, the entire population (maybe 11,000 people) disappeared. It seems that they moved to New Mexico and other places, but nobody knows why. Answers on a postcard? Drought is the chief suspect. Mesa Verde is not worth seeing, unless you're an archaeologist. There are 4,000 archaeological sites in Mesa Verde.

The Cliff Palace in Mesa Verde where several hundreds lived

Next town was Kayenta, which is close to Monument Valley. This is Navajo indian territory, and a visit to the only supermarket in Kayenta will quickly remind you of this fact. Remember the old indian women portrayed in western films, with no teeth and smoking a clay pipe? Kayenta is full of them, with matching men. But, Monument Valley is spectacular. We saw it first in bright sunshine and clear blue skies, but with a strong breeze blowing sand everywhere. We returned later to catch the setting sun. It is completely desert territory. And, the Navajo own 16 million acres of it, almost the size of Ireland. The downside of this is that, unlike the National Parks, they haven't bothered to build a road through the giant monuments. The reason for this is clear. The road is so bad that most people won't risk their car on it, and instead hire the indians to drive them in open trucks, at considerable expense, and profit to the indians. Luckily, the most famous sandstone structures can be seen, and photographed, from the visitor centre. They look spectacular in the setting sun, with the long shadows, but capturing it with a camera is not so easy. In the restaurant, there is no alcohol available. This is not because it is in the “dry” state of Utah; it's because that's the way the Navajo want it!

The “Mittens” East and West at Monument Valley

Having survived the Navajo indians, we headed for Lake Powell. This is not a natural lake, but arises from the construction of the Glen Canyon Dam in 1966. It took 17 years to fill up, and the resulting lake stretches through some spectacular scenery, featuring the sandstone gorges along the Colorado river. The Lake Powell Resort is close to the town of Page, Arizona, which is close to two notable attractions. The first is Horseshoe Bend on the Colorado river, and the other is Antelope Canyon. Horseshoe Bend is open to everyone, but Antelope Canyon is controlled by the dreaded Navajos who charge $26 per person for entry. But, it is quite spectacular despite its small size, and the cramped apertures that visitors have to squeeze through during the visit. Page is not a big town (think Ballybofey), but, on one street there I counted at least ten churches, all of different “christian” sects. Small but religious! We had breakfast is a diner there, and were entertained by three old-timers a few tables away trying to figure out who fought in the Hundred Years War, and who won.

Horseshoe Bend on the Colorado at sunset

Antelope Canyon – a sample of the rock formation and colour

After all that, the Grand Canyon, the main object of the tour, was still to come. That was the next stop. Two nights in the Yavapai Lodge, named after an obscure indian tribe. And, breakfast and dinner in the Bright Angel Lodge, named after one of the layers in the canyon sides. We entered the park from the Eastern side, so we had 20 miles along the rim before reaching Yavapai. Of course, from the road, you can see nothing as it's heavily wooded, but there are many “overlooks”, points where you can stop and view the canyon. This is the South Rim of the canyon, and of the 277 miles, only about 30 are developed for visitors. Beyond the village where the accommodation was situated, private vehicles are not allowed along the rim, but a fleet of shuttle buses, driven by retired people, ferry visitors to the rest of the viewing points. This service runs like clockwork, every 10 or 15 minutes from 04:30 in the morning until after sunset. It was interesting to see the canyon firstly in the mid-day sun, then in the fading light at sunset. And, the following morning, I got to see the sun rise over the Grand Canyon, a wonderful experience.

The Grand Canyon in the light of the setting sun

Apart from Las Vegas, the least-anticipated point on the “tour” was Bakersfield, California, where we were to stay overnight on the way to Yosemite. It was over 500 miles from the Grand Canyon, through the Mojave desert, a long way to travel in a day. When we arrived there, we were met by a sandstorm which, among other things, was blowing tumbleweeds across the streets. Like a scene from “The Last Picture Show”. It's not a place I would rush back to, but it has a significant number of Basque people living there, strangely enough. As a result, there are Basque restaurants, one of which we patronised with some success. The French influence brings some sense of civilisation to the place.

One of the down-sides of travelling on American motorways (highways – or interstates) is the difficulty of finding edible food at rest stops. Ninety five percent of rest stops have fast food outlets only, from the big chains – McDonalds, Pizza Hut, Dunkin Donuts etc. - all serving very fast poison. If you're lucky, sometimes there is a traditional diner, not cordon bleu, but edible. And there's a table and a plate and a proper knife and fork! But this experience is all too seldom. The only way to be sure of something edible is to bring your own, which is why we had a coolbox. We filled it every morning in some supermarket or other food emporium, and survived hunger as a result.

After the wonderful city of Bakersfield, we came at last, via Fresno, to Yosemite. We hadn't seen rain since the tour began, but we saw it in spades in the two days of Yosemite, as well as mist, clouds and hailstones. Only a small part of it is accessible by car, and we explored all of that through the rain. The giant sequoia trees were, for me, the most impressive sight. It is difficult not to be impressed by trees that are hundreds of feet tall and thousands of years old.

Giant sequoia – scale apparent with normal-sized (out-of-focus) woman in foreground!

After Yosemite, the “tour” descended into a series of visits to friends and relations, including many small children, one of them just born. But, the real “tour” was over. The “highlight” of the latter part was being robbed of my wallet by a black pick-pocket in Baltimore's Thurgood-Marshall airport. I didn't even notice it until the following day, by which time he'd managed to spend $1500 on my debit card! I should have realised that the noisy diversion which he created in the lift wasn't for the good of anybody's health. We live and learn!