Out of the wilds

It's felt like we've been living off-grid for ages.  We hit the Rockies and every contact with the modern world ended.

It's almost impossible to explain all we've seen and done these past few days.  Without reservations, we've allowed ourselves to take advice from locals and have seen some excellent places.  We left the interstate right outside of Colorado and didn't get back on it until yesterday in Flagstaff to make our run to meet grandma in Texas.  Our last hotel was in Denver and it felt great to sleep in a bed last night here in Albuquerque.

We've talked with a lot of people because of the writing all over our car.  We were in a diner on Route 66 last night and a guy came up to our table to see if we were that family from CT (he took our picture and promised to email it).  We met another family on a similar road trip and saw them at a gas station in a tiny town, Zion, Bryce, a small food store in Kanab, UT, and finally in the Grand Canyon.  Funny world.  We wondered if they were stalking us and I'm sure they wondered the same thing.

We have only a few more minutes before we get on the road for the 12 hour trip to Tyler, TX.  I should be able to get more computer time there while the kids are at the water park. Always an optimist.