An encounter with 'Chuck and Andy'

Wednesday, April 6
It’s almost 9 a.m. (Arizona time) and I’m the only one awake.  Kim stayed up last night stargazing…I don’t know what time he called it quits but I do know that he brought a bunch of cold into the warm nest I’d made in the blankets.  I woke up at one point and realizing he wasn’t in bed, went out in search of him…luckily he was set up near the trailer.  He encouraged me to come see what he found so I did.  There on his computer screen was Saturn!!  How cool is that?! Then I went back to bed and left him out there trying to find whatever he was trying to find.J
**9:15 a.m.----Kim is now awake and he just told me he went to bed around 4 a.m.  Might be a long day for him!**
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Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, Lake Havasu City….and so many other touristy places we’ve been, hearing multiple foreign languages being spoken has become the norm.  It almost comes as a surprise when I hear a bit of English in the mix. However, I’ve found that among a group of people rambling on excitedly in a language that I don’t understand, there might be someone who sneaks in some English....maybe with an accent or maybe not, but I hear it in passing.  Kim has talked to people who look blankly back at him, not replying…meaning they probably don’t understand what he’s saying.  He said it’s easy to forget because we’re visiting all these American landmarks, that not everyone speaks or understands English.  In fact, somewhere in our travels, as I was trying to take a selfie of Kim and I, a man approached us, not saying a word but using pantomime to say “Do you want me to take a picture of the both of you?”  When I said, ‘No, but thank you for offering’, he then replied in English.  He must have come to the same realization about not everyone being able to understand English and came up with a work around.  J
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What I realized yesterday is that all the people milling around the corner in Winslow, Arizona, were speaking English. Guess this little piece of American pop culture made popular by a song hasn’t made it onto the map of must see places for foreign visitors. J
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Daytime temps have been in the high 60s to mid-70s. Very nice riding weather, but once the sun goes down, so does the temperature.  That’s why I spend the evenings in the trailer with the heater going.  And to avoid any middle of the night bathroom trips, I’ve learned to be mindful of my liquid intake. We are about as far from the bathroom as a person could get in the park.  Well, there is a closer one but it’s still closed for the season.  The park isn’t very busy right now and the night temps are still dipping into the 30s to 40s, so only the bathroom up by the office is open. Makes for a brisk walk to the bathroom once the sun goes down.
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While the Picacho KOA closes for the summer, I’ve heard that the campgrounds along 40 do a brisk business in the summer because the temperature is more moderate.  It’s that elevation thing again.
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Didn’t get on the road until about noon…made it out of the park and then stopped about ½ mile down the road for lunch.  There is a little café on the corner of the main road that had a bunch of cars in the parking lot…usually a sign that the food appeals to the locals. Because I had the best BLT ever the other day (I didn’t want to tarnish the memory by eating another one so soon), I ordered something new…an ‘Open faced Chili Burger’ which was a hamburger laid out on an open bun covered with a sauce and cheese.  I chose green chili sauce. Overall it was very tasty and not too spicy, although it gave my chapped lips something to complain about.  After lunch, we got on the road for real.
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Observations from the road:
*No matter how firm the air mattress is, if you sit on the corner of it, you’ll lose your balance.
*Not all Caucasians speak or understand English and not all Hispanic/Native Americans speak English with an accent.
*Taking your suitcase out of the car and opening it on the sidewalk so you can rummage through it is guaranteed to embarrass your teenager.
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Today we rode to the Petrified Forest National Park.  In total it was a short ride….79 miles.  We took the scenic route there (Hwy 180) which took us to the Rainbow Forest entrance, rode through the park and then exited by the Painted Desert entrance.  Jumped on US 40 to head back to Holbrook.  The Rainbow Forest visitor’s center had an informative 18 minutes film that gave a quick historical overview of the area and a display that described how Nature made the petrified wood found in the park:  200 million years ago, tree grows next to river…tree dies, falls in river…tree eventually sinks and quickly gets buried under layers of sediment which seals it from decay…silica infiltrates tree and eventually replaces the organic stuff with quartz crystals…tree is petrified/becomes stone.  Erosion of the surrounding layers eventually allows the petrified tree/log to be exposed.  As the land shifts and changes, the weight of the wood causes it to break into smaller pieces.*   I didn’t know what petrified wood was when I entered the park but by the time we exited the park over by the Painted Desert entrance, I was able to recognize it quite easily. 
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Behind the visitor center, there is an area with a lot of chunks of petrified wood and even a log that has broken into sections.  There is a nice walking path so visitors can get out and see the wood.  There is wood in other parts of the park, but not as accessible as at the visitor center.  There were two older gentlemen on the path in front of us and as we got closer, we heard the kind of conversation that happens only between longtime friends or possibly Abbott and Costello.  I thought of them as Chuck and Andy…don’t know why, that’s just the arbitrary names I assigned them.  Chuck had a tiny camera…Andy had a flip phone.  When we came upon them, Andy was instructing Chuck on how to take a proper picture with it.  See this area here?  You can’t put your finger there because that’s where the picture gets taken.  So hold it down here…no, you can’t hold it there.  So hold it just like that, then push the button in the middle.  At this point, Andy is sitting on a rock waiting for Chuck to take the picture.  Chuck is having a hard time seeing the screen with the glare of the sun on it, then says ‘Hey, I see a light’ to which Andy replies Whaddaya mean, you see my wife?  Then after the picture is taken, Andy checks it and mutters, Awww, you cut my head off again.  Chuck offered several times to take our picture with my camera but since this was less of a people picture area and more of a scenery picture area, we declined.  Now I think that maybe we should have taken him up on it just to see how it would have turned out. J We followed them along the path and interacted with them a couple of times before asking where they were from.  We figured somewhere on the East Coast…California was the answer.  Through the conversation, it became apparent that these two had taken other trips together…I can only imagine the conversations and have to wonder how many headless pictures of Andy have been taken.

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