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- Arches National Park… the last of our visits to Utah’s great national parks
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- Zion National Park: Emerald Pools, Angels Landing, a Prairie Dog, and Butterfly…
- Vegas (Part Deux), Mustangs in Death Valley, and Rob Green’s Howler…
- Mesa Verde, Four Corners, Monument Valley, and Lake Powell…
- Racking up the Miles: Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert…
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San Diego, Coronado Bay Bridge, Baseball, and the Gaslamp District…
Early rising was once again evident amongst the group, but aided somewhat by the monstrous goods train that rolled past at 5am, relentlessly sounding its horn for the road crossing and generally infuriating all – an apt symbol of American … Continue reading
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Van Fetching and Road Tripping to Ron Burgundy’s Home Town…
Everyone woke around 5am – body clocks far from adjusted despite the previous nights helping hand of alcohol and the thirty-two hour day endured by all (bar Winty, who’d flown in from the Cook Islands). We breakfasted in the hostel … Continue reading
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