Tony and Julie and route 66

After 15 minutes the Security guard asked me to move the car so I drove round the block and waited another 15 minutes when at last the Bell Boy turned up with our baggage and the costumes we had to return. The Security tried to move me on again, when I reminded the guard that I was a client and would not move.
We left the hotel at 10 and went to the chapel to pick up our DVD, with which we will bore all our friends for years to come. We went over to Williams Costumes, where we learnt that in the same place where we stood had stood Mohammed Atttar, the leader of the 9/11 hijackers. Spooky, but nice see he also hired fancy dress!

At last we set of on the road to Reno and escaped the mad house that is Vegas.

We stopped at Indian Springs, at Nevada Joe's for lunch, where the waiter kept complaining about having fallen over, drunk?

We turned off at Beatty for Death Valley. The country side changed as we dropped from 4000ft to a few feet below sea level. Bleak, salt flats, surrounded by the high peaks of Sierra Nevada, covered in snow.

As we left the valley we passed great lakes at Mammoth, advertising the fantastic trout fishing.

We drove through a quaint small town Lone Pine

and stopped the night at Bishop, a lovely small town with clear fresh air.
It was a place we could have stayed for days. We ate at Whiskey Creek a real country restaurant with its own micro brewery and really delicious food, I had a pork chop cooked in Coca Cola, strangely lovely.