We saw some smoke in the distance which looked suspiciously like a controlled burn which we witnessed earlier in our travels. Curiously the signs seemed to indicate that they'd given this one the name 'wildfire' which made it sound rather exciting. So when the Interstate branched towards the fire, we thought it would be a good idea to use that route. After driving through thick smoke reminiscent of a Sherlock Holmes-esque fog mixed with an I celandic volcanic eruption, we were informed that the Interstate had been closed behind us due to an uncontrolled fast burning forest fire. We decided to waste no time and heeded the signs urging us not to stop under any circumstances. We did just that once we'd pulled over to swap drivers, get Martin's camera out of the boot so that he could take some nice pics.
Over the last 10 days or so we've been collecting pictures of number plates from different US states. Needless to say, this has got us some strange looks both in parking lots and when overtaking people, then slamming on the brakes, getting a camera out, photographing them, and then speeding off.
After driving on boring interstates for a few hours, Mark pulled off as he saw a dirt road that looked fun. For those of you familiar with Dodge Chargers will know that they're rear wheel drive, have soft suspension and deliver power about as predictable as a roulette wheel. Mark enjoyed this drive, Martin survived this drive, the laptop sadly managed neither. It now has a large crack across the screen making it very difficult to use and editing the next couple of movies that we're working on is proving nigh on impossible. But we will persevere with these updates as long as we can.
Further along the journey we stopped for some sightseeing at various places without getting lost for a change. During this journey we have found several signs which seemed oddly familiar...
Once in Grand Junction we thought we though we'd catch a movie at the cinema and have an early sleep. We purchased tickets for the 7:05 viewing of The Town. With an hour to kill we grabbed some food at Boston's where we chatted with Amber who was very helpful in sorting out tomorrow's activities, lets see if she gets us killed. After Amber's line dancing demonstration she tried to sell us some dessert which we clearly didn't have time for since it was already 6:45, however on Amber's watch somehow it was 7:45... After a brief discussion where Mark tried to convince Amber that her watch must clearly be wrong as having crossed several timezones today, there is no way that his iClown could be mistaken. Stupid phone. So with some now redundant tickets in our possession we decided that we did actually have time for dessert afterall. We still have a slight suspicions that this restaurant uses time travel as a means of making profit.
Back at the cinema we convinced the tellers that we were stupid English people (a hard sell I know), and we'd just flown in and our watches were still set to GMT. They seemed to accept this and let us in to watch the film which wasn't too bad, a bit like a cross between Heat and a shit Ben Afleck film.


Had to publish without pics as the laptop is completely screwed at the moment, hopefully we can sort something out tomorrow!
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Chikkins, you didn't get very close to that forest fire, did you.. Drive back!
ReplyDeleteCan't believe the lovely laptop has been broken.. I was hoping for a hand me down :-)
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