Rrrroarrrrr!

This sculpture and Santa Fe caboose are at the Grand Canyon Harley-Davidson dealership in Bellemont, Arizona. I am thinking that the sculpture is a memorial to someone (wait, I shall call them and find out!)(this is what a telephone is for!).

After calling three Arizona dealerships, I finally located the one I needed. I thought we had stopped at the Prescott dealership, but no. They directed me to the Mayer dealership...and yet another no. The Bellemont dealership is it. I'm glad I asked...the guy who made it just loves creating things.

I stop at Harley dealerships anytime I go to a new part of the country. Christy (I love you, Christy!) takes care of my daughter (who has down syndrome) while I am gone. She has three kids (ok they are young adults now) with DS, rides a Harley, and collects dealer pins. Theresa at this dealership helped me find four different pins to take to Christy. Theresa, btw, was a truly kindred soul, to whom I wish the best of luck in her new job!

While I check out the pins and poker chips, Pete caresses and croons to the Harley's in the shops. I will not be surprised at ALL if he buys a Harley one of these days...he surely does want one.

I am sad to report that our tomato did not make it this far into the trip...can we all say, buy a plastic tomato?

Drive By Photography

And the home of the...

Tomato.

I think this may have been the moment when I realized that we were in for something really special in Death Valley. Grand Canyon? An anticlimax...

Heading into Death Valley National Park, sunset nearing. We were hoping to get to Stovepipe Wells before dark, and we almost did. The shadow makes it look as though we were in a sedan instead of a Ford Explorer...just blame it on a drape of the mountainside.

Page, Arizona

Glen Canyon Dam and Page, Arizona at night. Not bad without a tripod :)

Lake Powell in the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, Page, AZ.

Page/Wahweap Marina on Lake Powell near Page, AZ

The tomato was back at the motel, chilling out...nothing but gorgeous sunsets this time :)

Not THAT kind of tripping!

Although I do have fond memories of THAT kind of tripping, the Tomatoes trip in the more traditional manner. Riding along in a car, preferably in the cooler, they are mainly along for the ride...

Commenting on the events of the day, hanging in there and trying to preserve their freshiosity, or posing on the odd sign, they always have a saucy point of view.

In a nod to what was reportedly Jerry Garcia's favorite movie of the 60's, I made it out to Zabriskie Point while visiting Death Valley National Park. Having slipped and fallen on my *** while visiting the salt flats earlier in the day, the slog up the hill to the viewing area was not fun...ouch my knee, and ouch the hip I landed on.

When I saw, really SAW this place, I got it. That's all. I got it.