We're grand

That's right. We've hit the 1,000 mile mark. From LA to Flagstaff, Arizona to the Grand Canyon to Bryce Canyon, our rental car has delivered the grand on two and a half tanks of gas. And we're only a third of the way through the trip.

We left LA early doors (well, 8am) on Friday and, with the help of our road trip book, followed the historic Route 66 much of the way through California and into Arizona.

A definite highlight was Oatman, a tiny old mining town in the Black Mountains. This place was unbelievable - and 33 degrees Celsius. Burros (donkeys) roamed Main Street and the young burros had stickers on their heads warning you not to feed them. We had a drink in the Oatman Hotel, where Clark Gable and Carole Lombard honeymooned and whose restaurant walls are covered in dollar bills.

From Oatman we carried on east through the desert for another couple of miles. The views were spectacularly desolate - but people obviously live here.

11 hours after we left LA, we arrived in Flagstaff and crashed ready for the Grand Canyon the next day (Saturday). No pictures can do it justice... but I'll try in another blog post soon. Ta ta for now.