Day 1  108,490 on odometer. We're playing the license plate game on this trip, and before we got to Flag we'd racked up 14 states: Washington, California, Nevada, Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Illinois, Ohio, Tennessee, Florida, New Jersey.  We were passed by a Convertible club - perfect weather for it. After a filling breakfast at The Place in Flagstaff we gassed up before leaving town.  Ambulance with siren going pulled in behind us and picked up a man sitting on the side.

Right after we took the highway 60 turnoff outside Cameron toward Tuba City (which is one lane in each direction) a huge truck came barreling toward us on a curve.  Just as Tom said "he'd better slow that thing down" and swerved over to the right the truck threw a rock onto his 6-month-old windshield, 

Putting a huge hole in it. At least the truck didn't hit us (sure looked like a possibility for a couple of seconds!) And the hole is in a 'good' place as far as limiting visibility.  It looks bad, but so far at least doesn't seem to go all the way through.

We decided to stop in Cortez and do Mesa Verde tomorrow.  We did lose an hour once we crossed into Colorado, dinner took forever (long story) so we just barely made it to the Mesa Verde campground before they closed at 9:00. Deer all over the place, and the check-in woman told us there was a bear in the parking lot last night.  I was not thrilled to hear that since (as always) I'll have to venture to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

I got a text from Lisa that she's back in San Francisco, and look forward to hearing all about her travels and adventures in Europe.

Not the most put-together post, but it'll have to do.