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Monterrey (US) to Manchester (UK)

Well we have now reached the final leg of our wonderful road trip. We are in Monterrey Bay (spell check is insisting that it should be double r here but I am not convinced).

I have not mentioned Mary Lou our sat nav (GPS) recently because she has been very good and just getting us places but over the next two days, she comes into her own and is well, Inspired and Bold! Even the car with no name has not been loosing herself in car parks- mostly because in Barstow we lost her after dinner for 10 minutes in the dark and after that parked in places we could make a note of and not forget.

By now we were feeling pretty tired. I certainly was suffering from motel fatigue,i.e. all motels were looking the same and merging into one. I have to say that the one we stayed in Monterrey was a cut above the others. It was cleaner and the managers were extremely pleasant and helpful. Effort had been made with flowers on the landings in hangings tubs etc. It was a bit disconcerting the first night as I took a shower- first I could the hear the Last Post ( naval college near by) and then surely not…sea lions? There was a sea life centre in Monterrey, was that it?

We loved Monterrey, on the second night we were there(Tuesday) there was a really good street market in the late afternoon. The most wonderful fruit and veggies- we treated ourselves to some strawberries, and would you believe it handmade knitted crafts and bags etc.

The light over the sea was just wonderful, an artists dream. Not certain my photos will do it justice, so you may just have to check it out for yourself! On our last proper day we took the 17 mile Drive to Carmel. There is one more ” Vertigo” location for you, I think we found the right spot.. hard to tell as Hitchcock, seems to have had a go at improving the place for artistic reasons.let me know what you think, if you are Vertigo fan.

As we sat near the beach in Carmel, it suddenly came to me why I had heard of it. Clint Eastwood and the ice creams I said. Pardon says Eric.Ice cream eating was banned in the streets or was it a bill board selling ice creams- there was a bye law or something and Clint Eastwood who lives here became mayor or something to fight it. Not quite certain of the actual details, but the gist is correct. Carmel did look pretty well healed and was well very pretty. You wouldn’t want it looking like Fisherman’s Wharf at Monterrey, I can see that…but I do like ice cream!

Anyway time for some pics

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See what I mean about the light

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And below is a timely reminder that we were on the St Andreas line and at risk…

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And here’s the explanation for the noise I heard in my shower..

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Can’t see them- let’s have another look

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That’s one of Eric’s photos. Here’s another which shows what I mean about the extraordinary light..

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And finally here is the last Vertigo location – the Lone Cyprus tree, where Madelaine provides more evidence of being possessed by Carlotta

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What do you think- is that the right place?I think so.

And so it is nearly the end. We miss a turning on our way home and Mary Lou is inspired- in we go to a college campus, round a few buildings , into a car park and back onto the road, virtually opposite our motel. Are we allowed to do that I ask. Well we just did!

And time to bid farewell to the car with no name

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Onto the last leg of our trip. We can’t face the freeway and opt for a leisurely drive up the coast, stopping at a delightful town called Half Moon Bay,how could it not be lovely with a name like that.

And so towards San Fransisco, and we miss the turning for our final motel… Oh Mary Lou, how could I have been so rude. She is magnificent- with great aplomb we find our selves directed towards the airport, through domestic arrivals and back out miraculously it seems to me on the right road in this junction to cap all spaghetti junctions! Not quite certain we are allowed to do this….

So this is nearly the end. Up betimes in the morning for the two flights home. 8am departure, 8am arrival in Manchester, home again on Friday afternoon.

Home to a big pile of mail on the doorstep, to cold and rain, to two big suitcases of washing, to lots of memories of the most wonderful holiday ever, to my dear Dad, to my boys and to my Mum, and

I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS- HOW COULD THEY HAVE SURVIVED WITHOUT ME OR ANYONE LOOKING AFTER THEM?

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Tomato soup anyone?

As always all comments welcome. Normal posts will resume.

to be continued…Next Year says Eric

 

 

 

 

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St Juan Baptiste-Vertigo Locations and a textile fest!

I have tried to think of a better title for this post today, but have failed- no song has come to mind at all! We visited St Juan, California, 4 years ago and loved it so much we just had to come back. First of all it appears thrice as a location in the film Vertigo- Hitchcock- After this blog there will be one more location to share. We visited others 4 years ago and I think that later on in the year I will do a post just about the locations and put them in chronological film order!

St Juan is one of a string of missions established along the California coast line by the Spanish, to spread Christianity. Unfortunately built on the St Andreas fault line and so is at risk of earthquakes at anytime. Indeed there was a devastating earthquake, and so all the buildings have now been made safe.

So the first “Vertigo” locations is the Bell Tower- not quite as it looks in the film as Hitchcock added the bell tower through what was then known to audiences as “trick photography”.

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The Plaza Hotel is used for the court scene.Although in “real life” the hotel was not a court at one time there was a plan that it should be.

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And finally the stable scene

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OK, so that’s it for film locations for now! Now one of my big passions in life is crafts, and this blog is normally about crafts- this last week has been a departure from the norm. What I found is that you can take the gal away from the crafts, but she will always find some! There is a wonderful museum here, full of gorgeous textiles, embroideries and vintage toys, costumes, all depicting the early days of American life!

If you like this sort of thing, then sit back and enjoy the photos!

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Only Three More!

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the last one!

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As always, comments, questions and feedback welcomed! Tomorrow is all about one of my favourite authors, John Steinbeck when we visit Salinas, Monteray and Cannery Row!

 

 

 

Raindrops keep falling!

Well we are still traveling through the desert on the next day of Cathy and Eric’s big adventure. It’s hot and the freeway is getting boring. We pull into a turnout (Layby (UK)- I am learning the lingo!) and consult the map and a shortcut/ detour is agreed. Marylou is behaving herself- turns out Eric forgot to tell her we were leaving Williams yesterday and not going there! So we inform Marylou (GPS) of the change of plan and get going again.

Eric is singing / humming- recognizable of a Fistful of Dollars now and I am thinking a lot about Paul Newman and Robert Redford………. cowboy country?

I notice that the next two places are called Johannesburg and Randsburg- we speculate on the names. Then we see a sign to turn off to Randsburg one mile, living ghost town. This we cannot miss.

And this is what we found

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Randsburg until recently had a thriving gold mine, until it was ” no longer viable ” to mine the gold- slightly reminiscent of what happened to Britain’s coal mines. The people of the town decided to stay put and become a living museum. They don’t understand why more people don’t come and neither do we. It’s great. Have a look..

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We stopped to chat to several people who were lovely to talk too. We spoke to two men who had worked in the mine, I left them with Eric to put the world to rights- here

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And went for a look round and a conversation with the lady inside. It’s about 1/4 museum/shop and 3/4 this

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and I know it’s all kitsch, but it is fun

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And then we went in here

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for this

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and lo- a lovely little shop inside- with groceries, books and  pictures and posters- and one of “The Gathering” with Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid! Just had to but it for my son Mr T!

Well worth the detour!

to be continued- love your feedback and comments…

 

Getting our kicks!

The town of Williams where we were staying was the last town on Route 66  to be passed by the new freeway. The town makes the most of its’ heritage, although maybe a little kitch? We loved it! First we could walk round the town at night from the motel- no need to get in the car just to cross the road. Next I am a big John Steinbeck fan. The Grapes of Wrath tells the story of a dust bowl family in the 1930’s who were tractored off their land- ie the tractors just came along and knocked down their home, in the interests of big agri business. The family along with many others makes the long and difficult journey from Oklahoma along Route 66 to California, tempted by handbills offering work picking crops- peaches, grapes, cotton, oranges. When they arrive, after loosing three family members along the route, they find that rather a lot of other people had the same idea. Which means that what work there is , is at a barely subsistence rate. Then the rains come! The ending of this book caused such an outcry at the time that it was banned,and Steinbeck was suspected as being a Communist.

Also we are children of the 60’s so we just love the Rolling Stones, so route 66 was definitely on our road trip agenda.

So here is Williams- enjoy it for what it is!

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When the freeway was built, the old Route 66 was abandoned, signs taken down, and places left to become derelict. Whoever made this decision got things wrong. Lots of people want to travel down route 66. So signs have gone back up, and if you have a suitable vehicle and don’t mind the odd pothole, you can still get your kicks.

So we left Willaims for our next destination, back across the desert (104F!) , determined to find a small section of Route 66 suitable for the car with no name. Marylou (sat nav,GPS) had been given another chance to do things right! Humph! Within a mile she tried to turn us round, and so on every exit she tried to turn us round, every gap in the central reservation she suggested a U turn. She was silenced before to long. And then…

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Oh yes!

And then we filled up here

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And paid here

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But didn’t eat here

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We did drive a bit of the old road before we thought about the car hire agreement and potholes and came back again!

Love to have any comments…

to be continued

OH WOW!

I struggle to find the words to write about our destination the far side of the desert.. I find that the English language or rather my vocabulary just isn’t up to the task of giving a good description, so instead of attempting some inadequate words to describe what we saw I am going to write about how it felt. Because to me this place was all about feeling!

Imagine us in the car with no name, 8.30 in the morning. Mary Lou has been given new maps and Eric has her busy looking for a route. After two minutes she has proudly announced that she can’t find a route!!!!!! WHY- we are on a straight road for 50 miles with no turnings! Mary Lou tries again and again. I ask why are waiting for Mary Lou to tell us where to go, it’s a straight road. Eric is testing her apparently. She’s testing me! Eric silences her. Bliss!

The road climbs steadily for 50 miles, through more desert and then through trees which become a forest. The temperature is dropping steadily- 86F when we start down to 68F when we finally reach the entrance, pay our admission charge and drive to a car park. We can’t at this moment see what we have come to see.

We leave the car park and walk and arrive.

I am completely and utterly overwhelmed. I find that there are tears pouring down my face. I am so overcome with the magnificence of what I see, and now is where I wish I had the adjectives in my vocabulary to share what it looks like and what it feels like. So look…

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and again

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I am thanking goodness for my new sunglasses so people can’t see that I am crying. ( NB I think they are quite glamorous, husband says I look like a gangster! Humph pirate, now gangster, you can count on a chap for complement).

One of the things I like about traveling is the conversations you get into with strangers. The bloke next to me starts to talk about hiking  and how hot it is etc etc. I try to explain that I am finding it hard to talk at the moment, bit overwhelmed, crying.. He says, it does effect some people like that, kinda spiritual hey? Well yes I think that may describe my emotions, but somehow it is more than even that. The place feels sacred.

It is indeed the Grand Canyon. The name begins to annoy me- grand is too ordinary a word, it conjures up images of Duchesses or Buckingham Palace. These are Grand. But here, no it really needs a better name, an older name.

What do you think-Look again

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Eric is in photo opportunity heaven. Most of the day he is looking like this

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with a happy smile all day long. And most of the day I do this

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and this

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and this

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and some of the time I wonder at the other people who are here. Walk, shoot,leave,walk,shoot leave. Why don’t they do this?

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Stop,Look    FEEL!

Maybe they do…

We come back for more the next day, minus Mary Lou who is left behind in the motel in disgrace! Give me a paper map any day.

I am better prepared and more composed, so no more tears. And I agree to posing for this

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Eric tells me wistfully of the train that comes from town we are staying in all the way to the Grand Canyon, and sometimes they stage a robbery on the train and have a hold up!

I agree to pose here too.

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Although I do feel a bit self conscious!

Now apparently you can hike to the bottom of the canyon which is a mile deep and five miles wide and many, many, many miles long. But it takes five hours down and the temperature would be in the 100s and you probably wouldn’t make it back up. You can however go on one of these chaps.

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Mules! Aren’t they lovely? Much bigger than I expected, more the size of a small horse than a donkey.

And I am much taken with this

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Traditional Indian weaving. And I am wondering what the Indian name for the Grand Canyon is and the people who were here before the Europeans arrived, and am gladdened that land was given back.

And this replica building catches my attention

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And I wonder why so many Americans I talk to on my travels seem to envy the English heritage. There is a wonderful heritage  here too, it’s just not old buildings, and Kings and Queens.

And then there is the Colorado river which caused this wonderful place.

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But mostly I do this

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And so ends two wonderful days. Tired of leg and with heads full of what we have experienced we head for the car park.

But where is the car with no name. I am sure we are in the right place. Husband says this is the wrong place there is no car. There is a red car. That is not our red car. We can’t face the walk to the wrong car. Try the car key- press the lock button. The red car cries beep, I am the car with no name! Oh Wow, thank you car with no name.

to be continued…all comments and thoughts welcomed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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