Stalked by rainbows...

And jet lag (for me, anyway). Spent our first day of driving making some real headway through Arizona, stopping in Kingman, with its British food shop. Have to wonder how big a market there is for black pudding in Kingman, but who doesn't like a lovely Aero or Flake bar?

Headed through Flagstaff and up to La Gorge Grande. En route, we look up and find… rainbows. At least two, if not more, which stayed with us for a good 10 miles. An omen? A sign of luck? An arrow pointing the way toward a winning lottery ticket?




Now, three days later and after a little shut-eye, it seems far less bizarre and stalker-ish, so perhaps the real lesson of this is that I tend to hallucinate a little bit on the road.

We made it to the Grand Canyon as the light was fading – everything covered by the hazy purple glow of not-quite half light. Extraordinary. Pics to come -- if they come out alright.