We hit a little traffic getting out of Phoenix, but my lead foot helped us make up some time and we hit Flagstaff at about 2:30. After some tasty fish-n-chips and Guinness at Connely's Pub in downtown Flag (and a minor detour when I left my sunglasses in the bar), we headed north again.
We're currently in the middle of nowhere (well, the middle of the Navajo Indian Reservation) with Barry behind the wheel doing a perfectly safe and sane 58 MPH. At this rate, we should be in Moab no later than Saturday.


1 comment:
'comon! I was driving at least 59.
Barry
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