Tuesday, 5 February 2008
A night in Prescott, Arizona en route to Palm Springs
We finally made it out of snow-bound Williams yesterday just before midday. We had to abandon all thoughts of getting to the Grand Canyon after hearing snow chains were the order of the day - not got a clue what these are, where to get them or how to fit them! So we decided to head for the (hopefully) sunnier climes of California. After driving southt-west for a couple of hours we came to the town of Prescott (still in Arizona, which may account for the smattering of snow). The town looked so nice we decided to stop for the night. And what a good choice we made - Prescott is lovely. So, I've just finished an all-American pancake and syrup breakfast (I only did it to celebrate Pancake Day - which doesn't exist here - not because I actually wanted to eat a stack of buttermilk pancakes smothered in maple syrup...), hubby is just back from the barber (where he had a wet shave and now looks very baby-faced) and now we are off to Palm Springs. Hubby wants me to say that all Prescott is missing is Marty McFly and Doc Brown. Now I know that's a reference to Back to the Future, but I think it's a boy thing.