It was really sad to leave Hamburg, this time for going back home to a regular life, having to look for job, a place to live and all that, and NOT leaving on one of the big cargo vessels, across the ocean, dreaming of an adventure yet to come, of exploring the american continent....In the same time, we were, of course, happy about having lived numerous adventures, having met many many incredibly nice people, new friends, and of course, surviving all of these experiences with but a few scratches on ourselves and on our bikes. It is already late when we leave the city, but I want to have one more coffee in my favorite cafe of Hamburg, to indulge in the exotic flair over a cup of Colombian arabica. We hop on a ferry to cross the River Elbe, and off we are. At least, we get into a very beautiful nature park, the Lüneburger Heide, which is a hilly landscape, painted violet by the "Heidekraut" and giving it a fairy-tale like feel. Most days we are sitting quietly on our bicycles, reflecting various situations and people who we met, trying to figure out how to cope with the coming home situation. Our thoughts are disturbed by a mountainous area in otherwise completely flat northern Germany, the Harz, where we finally get some views again. But, we discover soon, Germans are quite stressed drivers, and we have to manage somehow to stay on bike trails. We have one more stop in a big city, Munich, to visit the newborn Child Johann, of our friends Vroni and Gunnar. He is only a little more than a week old, but they are perfectly comfortable with our visit and overnight stay. We arrive early, so we do a little tour through the city first, before arriving at their place. Of course we had to have the typical white sausage with pretzel and wheat bear, which for me is on of the culinary highlights in Germany? From Munich, we take bike paths all the way home, mostly along the Inn River. Home, that is, the place where Agnes grew up, in Upper Austria. About 3 Km before reaching home, we celebrate (with a little bottle of sparkling wine) our 24.000 kms and take a deep breath before doing the final 3 kms- we do not know if anybody will be waiting for us yet, but we are soon surprised, to see a cyclist, who turns out to be a "scout" for the rest of the welcoming committee, it is Agnes´father who welcomes us first, and rides with us half a km to meet up with a gang of family members on bicycles, to greet us on the road! What a nice surprise! But that was not it, we ride towards the house, and are welcomed by many more people, mainly family, and a big transparent for us! We are so happy to see everybody and close to tears in our eyes! It is early in the afternoon, so there is enough time to talk and meet with everybody, eat and drink and sing into the night! We return with an enormous treasure that will stay with us forever- and one thing is certain- the experiences that shaped our trip the most, were the people who we met, who we talked to on the road, who invited us, who we asked for water, for a place to camp etc... Now we will start working on our careers and to look for a home. And then??? who knows, there is no lack of ideas, that´s for sure! Thanks to everybody who made this journey our big treasure no gold can weigh up: to our families who supported us always, and our friends at home, to the people along our way for hours and hours of inspiring and interesting conversations, for sharing showers, food, bed, water, space, time, beer, tea, coffee, fruits, coca leaves...we carry the memories of you in our hearts.
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After saying goodbye to our spontaneous host Thurstan at JFK airport in New York City, we were put into a time capsule called airplane, and shot over the ocean back to the old world, back to Europe. A crossing of a gigantic ocean, which took us three weeks on the cargo ship the other way from Europe to America, about two years ago. We get certainly sentimental. The flight is too short, we can hardly decide which movie to choose from the hundreds, we are already on our descent to Stockholm International Airport. Is this real? Seems so. We have a coffee before going to the baggage belt, so there is actually no one there when we arrive, but the bikes seem to have made it. And, we realize soon that Agnes´bag is missing. Oh no! We are tired, and just want to sleep... I start assembling the bikes, right where we are, by the baggage belts. I try to not mind all the looks from the thousands of passengers passing by, staring at my greasy black hands putting screws in their hopefully right place. My head and my body seem to be asleep while the fingers are working. In about two hours, the racks, mudguards, handlebars, forks and tires are back in their places and the tubes reinflated, ready to go. Agnes lacks her baggage, so she does the usual procedure and leaves an adress (our swedish warmshowers hosts) and phone number. "In over 90 percent of cases, the luggage can be found and delivered within 48 hours" so they try to calm us down a little...Well, we mount the bikes and drive from the baggege belt right out of the airport and into the swedish sun, through some forests, then industrial areas close to Stockholm City, where we will stay with Ole and Eli, and their little daughters, for 4 nights. Ole is really serious about his "humongous" weekend-breakfasts, which he serves whenever they host cyclists! Good for us, we feed on pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon, and the usual suspects. To make us hungry again for a big dinner, Ole takes us on a bike ride around Stockholm, to see some countryside and some interesting castles. Already on the second day, a very nice man from the airport, maybe a close relative to Santa Clause, rings the doorbell and brings Agnes´s bag! We are so happy, since all the camping stuff including the panniers was in there! So we are very relaxed when we check out the beautiful, if touristic, city of Stockholm. After eating too much every day, we are happy to get on the bikes again and to explore Sweden! Every day we discover many little lakes, one more beautiful than the other! We sense very much the difference already between the Americas and (northern) Europe- nobody wants to know what we do, or at least nobody asks us, like by now, we were used to! One day, we are very surprised, though, when filling up our water bag for camping, Göran, a very nice teacher, speaks to us and invites us into an empty apartment in his holiday house, of course, close to a beautiful lake! We enjoy the invitation and the beds and kitchen very much, and also the interesting conversations with him! In Göteborg, we take another few days off, staying with warmshowers hosts Joakim and Wey, a very nice Swedish-Thailandese couple, who did an awesome and inspiring trip from Sweden to Thailand a couple of years ago! We show them our pictures, they show us theirs- it is as if to feed each other with ideas for the future, who knows? Also, I have my bottom bracket replaced, which started to become loose and make coffee-grinding-like noises. Bikeshops are ubiquitous and so I only have to go 2 blocks. After about a month of lakes and seashores in Sweden, we take the ferry to Denmark. Cycling into and in Copenhagen, we really get to know why it is considered bicycle capitol! It is pretty crazy, bikes everywhere, so we really have to watch out for them, even more so as a pedestrian! Copenhagen is really a beautiful city, so we are happy we found warmshowers hosts, Iann and Marlena, who let us stay for three nights. We enjoy strolling around and relaxing, doing our laundry etc... Just two or three days more in Denmark, and off we are to the German Island of Fehmarn! It´s unbelievable, suddenly we are talking in German again and paying with Euros-it feels really awkward at the beginning, also we get the feeling of being very very close to home already. Our next stop is Hamburg, where everything started, two years ago. We get very emotional, upon our arrival a few days prior to the wedding of our friends Sonja and Robert, who also hosted us before our trip. The wedding is of course a very joyful event, which helps us temporarily not to feel the blues of our beautiful trip coming to its end. And- we still have about 1000 Kilometers to go! "The secret thing about getting ahead is getting started!" -says Mark Twain, in whose country we are now. And so true it is for us, as our motivation is really hitting a low point halfway through the midwest. The air is getting hotter and moister, and angry afternoon thunderstorms perform their drama above our heads daily. "Is this ever going to stop?" we ask ourselves, wondering if we ever get to see blue sky or if camping can ever be enjoyable again.
The fact that the landscape is all but thrilling, I try to react to by reading on my Kindle-ereader exciting novels about adventures of Indians and Westmen....It works! Agnes is getting really bored, though, so she likes to think and talk about fun stuff to come, in order to keep us motivated...."Hey, let´s talk about the cool stuff we´re gonna do once we´re in New York!" -"I can´t, my book is very exciting now, maybe later??" The good thing about this maybe, there are only few pictures being taken, in contrast to the West. Which means, less work. One exciting event is on the way, though: our second wedding anniversary, where we want to treat ourselves a little bit, at least with staying in a fairly nice Motel, some good food.....We reach the little and charming town Hannibal, on the banks of the Mississippi River, where Mark Twain lived in childhood and youth. This is a perfect little place to be for our anniversary. Well, at least we think so. Only minutes after we checked into our nice Motelroom, the blue sky suddenly turns black, and a violent strong storm blows streams of water coming from above almost sideways! Oh, are we happy to not be outside! The downside of this is, though, almost every shop and restaurant closes so we don´t get to eat out for our little celebration. We deal with it our way, setting up a neat little picknick dinner with some wine in our room... An exception in the boring landscape is the halfminute, when we cross the majestic and legendary Mississippi River, shortly meeting with this giant, on his trip running 3800km all the way from Minnesota down to New Orleans, Louisiana...Old-fashioned Steamboat-style Mississippi Boats run trips along the River down south, but we head on eastwards, hoping to someday escape the weather escapades. We are now in Illinois. Would we have noticed, if there hadn´t been the sign? Yes, because the license plates changed as well: Illinois, Land of Lincoln. (He was actually born in Kentucky, but spent an important episode of his life here). As the sky turns from grey to black once again, we try to reach the next roof, preferably a gas station. A highway patrol car stops in front of us, the officer warning us of upcoming severe thunderstorm. YESS, thanks, but we need a roof to hide! We find a barn where we wait under the roof for the worst to pass. Just a normal day in the midwest. What really makes our day many times, is the hospitality of the people here. Everywhere we are looked after and helped out, often invited to homes when asking for a campspot, and of course everybody wants to talk to us whenever we stop. When we are really tired and frustrated, sometimes it is hard to be really nice, when we have to answer the usual questions over and over again. But still we try doing so, since we have already met many very nice people and made some friends that way! Suddenly we are in Indiana, now we really had to pay attention because there was not even a sign on the road, so I could only tell by the changing license plates and by counting miles on my roadmap. Otherwise, still corn fields and nice people. And my reading about the "wild west" of course. One special memory is, when Ray invites us to stay at his place -in propably the nicest garage we have seen- there is an oldtimer museum and a retro barber shop neatly decorated, all with air con, tv, fridge...and of course we are invited to use the shower and kitchen and hang out with him and his wife over some drinks before going to sleep with the historic automobiles around us. He donates us a personalized license plate for our collection, too. In the evenings, we usually write our diaries and look at the maps, to get an idea where we will go the next days, and to change previous plans. This happens often now, as we get close to NYC and realize we have lots of time for that. so we don´t have to go straight east, but rather pick out some hopefully interesting things along the way, we think. Let´s go to Lake Erie, is one thought, so we head a little further north, and try to find a warmshowers host in Fort Wayne, and Toledo, since they are both big cities where we wont be able to camp. So we stay with April and Nathan and their baby boy "Bo", and finally decide to take a day off there. They are very nice and interesting personalities doing some very impressive creations of bike bags/panniers and other bags who they design and offer per website. They have also done some bike touring in the us, so we enjoy exchanging some stories about our trips... We reach Lake Erie shortly thereafter, but the biggest attraction here is definitely man-made: Cedar Point amusement park. The amusement park with the most rollercoasters! Wow, I´m sick already! To reach it, though, we have to be unlawful. And once again, we feel how USA was built around the automobile-there is a causeway to the peninsula, with a sudden and unexpected "no bicycles allowed on road" sign!!! What the ? How are you supposed to get there if you do not have a car? You are not supposed to go there without a car. Walking is illegal as well, so is hitchhiking. Concerning this, at least we saw a (slow but noticeable) change of conscience in some parts of the US, so there is hope. We get a discount for military members, because a nice man offers us to buy us tickets with his card! The park is crazy, full with people seeking the thrills..... We head out in the evening, our heads still spinning, to find a place to stay for the night. It seems impossible, we are going through a huge industrial and commercial zone. I see a firestation and some guys and decide to ask them for the first time in the US if we can stay there. They are really happy to help us out, and let us camp, and shower and even wash our clothes! Other than their southamerican colleagues, they frequently have to head out, so we get woken by the sirene once at night, but that just adds to the special flavor of staying at this place. In the morning, we share our story over some coffee with the new and the old shift, and take our photos with them, which you can also enjoy at their facebook page (perkins fire department Ohio). Oh, we are in Ohio, now. So its a big day in the States, 4th of July, independance day! In our imagination, every american is at a party on this day, grilling franks and burgers, drinking beer, watching fireworks. So we don´t want to feel left out and alone, and organized a warmshowers-stay in Wooster, Ohio. This is a special City, because my Mom was a young german-assistant teacher for one year at Wooster College early seventies. David rides out on his bike to find us and to make sure, we find his house. The warmshowers hosts ususally live outside of the actual city, and always up a steep hill. Few exceptions to this rule, and not today. We reach the lovely little house, where we are greeted by Daves wife Donna and, as reward for the steep climb, some cool beer! Also, Donna treats us with some Austrian chocolate! We are assigned a perfect room and after showering we are fed as if we had always been part of the family. We even get to see the fireworks around us, as we step outside to see them. Since we are not in a rush anymore, let´s check out this Wooster. We do a small tour through the beautiful college campus, and hang out downtown, which is quite pretty too. David likes to bake pies, and we like eating them, and this goes well together. He made us a Pekannut Pie, which was incredible. Dave made sure we find the right way out of town, passing by some amish farms, he showed us the less traveled roads leading towards our next destination then handing over the responsibility to our own fate. Right on the stateline Ohio/Pennsylvania, what was in Ohio riding over nice lil rolling hills, became here an actual rollercoaster ride! That also means for us, that its more interesting. The scenery has already changed to smaller farms with sometimes classical red barns, really nice looking. We see lots of Amish folks around here, too, and we are really happy, there are real people in real gardens, and also on the street. It is not often that we saw people outside, we have to say. That is one of the big differences to cycling in South America, where there are all those people walking around everywhere....Which is really very helpful if you do need help to ask for water, directions or a campspot. Anyhow, we enjoyed seeing the Amish working in their fields and gardens, the boys with the hats, selling the most delicious vegetables on the road, and the horsepulled carts...It´s definitely a different world. Pennsylvania is, as the name suggests (...-sylvania) still covered by lots and lots of woods, in history as much as 90 Percent of the land was covered by trees. So we hope to at last, find some good campspots for wild camping. Again, not so easy, because all the non-state owned land is private, and every 20 meters or so, there are signs devoted to keep the campsite-searching people out. Fortunately, we go through some beautiful state forest land, where we find our peace. We are visited only by wild turkey, whitetail deer and elk! We are so happy, that we have a campfire as well. And, in the morning: blueberry pancakes with fresh blueberries from right here out of the woods! This will be the last time camping out in the green before Sweden, most probably. We briefly visit our new warmshowers-friends the really fantastic couple Brett and Morgan in pretty little Danville, being picked up by Brett who is a real bike aficionado, then checking out the cool local microbrewery for dinner and a beer. Morgan accompanies us the next day to show us the secret bike routes, which go over a beautiful old iron railway bridge...Our motivation is now high again, few days are left to NYC and we have organized some warmshowers-stays for the upcoming days, so we won´t have hard times looking for a place to camp in the upcoming urban zones, which basically go all the way to NYC. Well, tonight, after an uneventful day through suburbs, we camp outside, that is, under a highway bridge, next to a little creek, actually way more peaceful and tranquil than the highway traffic would let you guess. There is also some nature around, so we are very happy: we have a roof for the rain above our tent, and a little stream to wash and get cooking water, and a little green for the eye. We even enjoy sitting by a small campfire before going to sleep. We are so happy we are under the bridge, when a heavy thunderstorm lingers for almost two hours, but as we are close to the stream, we are concerned about the water level, which seems to be fine, though. One last time we check before sleeping, lets us jump out of the tent! The water had suddenly risen all the way up to our tent, one side already under water, and a few items swimming in the now broad river! Agnes wades in the watermasses to save our Atlas, our stove, and other stuff, as I go toss our other stuff up to higher elevation on a hill and save the bikes, and the tent! How lucky we were, within a few minutes, the peaceful little water had converted into a pretty impressive and powerful river! We are happy, we notice we had only lost one bikeglove, one waterbottle, one cooking spoon, one (favorite!!) coffeemug. At least this makes for a good adventure we are sure! We are very happy to be able to spend the next night with our hosts Laurie and Ray in Philipsburg, N.J. and the night after with Karl, a lawyer who lives right Downtown (not typical for warmshowers hosts) in Morristown. We spend some time with him, and entertains us with fascinating stories of his life. We are very happy about meeting all these inspiring people along the way, and remind ourselves once again, about how special and precious those moments are. It´s the 17th of July, a very special day for us, the last day of cycling in both Americas, after 315 days cycling! Through slightly heavier traffic we follow small roads towards the huge city. Easier and quieter than expected, we get to Jersey City, via Newark. What a feeling, seeing for the first time the Statue of Liberty (from Liberty State Park), the symbol for all the immigrants seeking their fortune and lost hope in this country, this being their first sight of the new world, for us being one of the last sights, a monument of good-by, a reminder that our trip is slowly coming towards an end- in one week, we will be in the old world again! We take a short ferry ride from Jersey City/ Port Liberte to Pier 11/Wall Street on Manhattan Island, passing the Statue close enough to get a good view of it. We are so excited! Once in Manhattan, cycling through the Financial District, we are just amazed by how three-dimensional this city is! Then, on our way along the beautiful cyclepath along Hudson River, another cyclist, who will become a good friend, strikes up a conversation with me. Thurstan, too, is himself a legal alien, an Englishman in New York, but has lived for 26 years here and works in the financial sector, invites us instantly to a small party this night at his apartment. Also, if we´d need a place to stay, he offers to stay with him as well! We make our way to Chandler Wild, a young filmmaker, who has offered to share his apartment with us, since we are friends of his friends. Isn´t this amazing? We didn´t know these nice people yesterday but have already 2 invitations for places we could stay in Manhattan? Sometimes we think, we never can travel without a bicycle again- it is such a great icebreaker and bridgebuilder between people, we are amazed again and again. We check in at the apartment in upper west side, and get to know our hosts. Chandler is hardworking, but takes great care of us nevertheless. He barely has freetime though, so we decide to take the invitation of our English cyclist friend we met today (Thurstan Bannister) and go to his party, only a few stops on the tube. It´s an uncomplicated, small gathering, and Thurstan makes sure we get the appropriate attention for just having completed a transamerican trip, including raising glasses of Champagne to us and our achievement! What else could we have asked for? Chandler invites us to join him on his second job, which is doing food/historic tours through certain areas in NYC. We are invited to join him and his group as we taste our way through the best barbecue, pizzas and icecreams of Brooklyn, hearing interesting historic details. Next day: pastries, cupcakes of lower Manhattan. The days go by too quickly. When Chandlers family returns from a trip, we feel a little bad about taking up the rare left space in their apartment so we take Thurstans invitation and move about 50 blocks further downtown. He spends lots of time talking with us, and shares his and his family rich history with us, and even goes sightseeing with us despite having to work each day. He even seems to forget some days, that he has to go to work, because he is so much into the conversations in the mornings! We see museums, walk through central park, go to the Apollo Theater together....and the days are so quickly over! And off we go, back to good old Europe. Gracias, thank you, America, and here we come, Sweden! 18/6/2014 From Vegas to Grand Canyon, through Monument Valley and over the Rockies into the Great Plains...Read NowAfter enjoying a rest day in crazy Las Vegas with our friends Greg and Dawn, it was time for us to say goodbye and hit the road again. This took quite an effort, we would have rather hung out some more, but the "race across america" had to go on... Other than on our open trip through South America, where we could always stay at places we liked for as long as we wanted, we have already booked our flight ticket back to europe. The first stop on our way out of L.V. was the post office, where we sent home our recently purchased cowboy boots from the boot barn in Vegas, along with some little souvenirs like license plates... It took more than half a day to get to through the city and to its outskirts, and later in the afternoon we went by hoover dam, crossing over the deep gorge of the colorado river deep down below us- now we understood the lines in the Johnny Cash song "Highwayman", where he sings of a dam builder on the wild colorado.... Crossing over, we get into Arizona, Grand Canyon State! And all the sudden, the landscape changes, all looking like very little Grand Canyons! After fixing 2 flat tires (another wire and, next time, a big nail in my rear tire!) we think its time to look for tonights rest place, and I find a neat flat spot just 100m away from the highway, with a nice panorama over the hills and small Canyon. We decide it won't rain during the night, and sleep without a tent, only the stars above us- how beautiful! People have told us that during the cool morning hours, rattlesnakes like to come cuddle up with anything warm, but we thought if they do come sleep with us, they have to be friendly... Waking up in the fresh morning air and being right in the middle of a landscape painting is just an amazing feeling! So we make the hot chocolate and our daily granola and head on towards the next big sight: Grand Canyon! We take legendary ROUTE 66 between Kingman and Ash Fork, with many old gas stations, diners, motels and other places looking like museums. We are getting excited more and more, and finally, we stand breathless on the rim of maybe the most impressive sight we've seen: GRAND CANYON! It left us looking for words to help us express what we were feeling upon seeing this sight, but there are no such words for such a sight, and all the pictures we have seen before coming here just don't manage to prepare you at all for what you are going to see! We gazed and awed at the sight until the sun went down, we biked to the campsite to celebrate this beautiful day with a nice meal and a glass of wine. The entire next day was also dedicated to the Canyon, since we visited as many of the beautiful view points all along the south rim. It was hard to say goodbye, but the next sight was just a few days away. Just between Utah and Arizona sits picturesque monument valley. Iconic, as it is, it is always very special and of course more impressive, to get to such places you have seen many many times on photos, postcards, etc. We manage to arrange for a special price to enter, our argument, that cars should be more expansive than bikes, meets open ears. The Navajo managed "tribal park" has also a very basic campground, with an amazing view of the rocks right in front, and they are nice enough to let us stay for free! Our attempt to camp without our tent is ruined by too much wind blowing sand into our faces coming along with about ten drops of rain at 2.30 a.m. so we set up our tent "Hugo" in the midst of this stunning scenery. Of course there was no more rain once we had the tent standing... Just about one day of cycling in Utah and we're already in Colorado! We got excited about crossing the Rockies, but soon figured out that there is not so much left of them in this southern part of Colorado... The first pass, Wolf Creek with about 10800 ft marks the continental divide, which means that water on one side goes to the pacific, from the other side to the atlantic. Good for us, since we want to reach the atlantic! After the next pass, even smaller, we could already see the great plains below us, stretching out endlessly against the horizon. It just looked so infinite, it was hard to imagine that we will ever reach our goal...But it was not the great distances that made our cycling even harder for us from now on- it was the wind! either coming from northeast of southeast, it did not anything like we have always heard before, like going west to east and helping us out! Hand in hand with the headwind came episodes of thunderstorms and even tornado watches. But we were still enjoy Kansas, because we can say we have made only good experience with the (few) inhabitants, and those people have been very helpful and kind to us on our trip. We still didn't take a rest day since Las Vegas, and when we finally did, we had been going for 24 days without. Covering over 100 to 140 km each day, we gain a lot of ground. Finally we reach Missouri River, and the small town of Atchison, where Matt, our friend hosts us and our bikes for a few days off, and we get to rent a car to drive to Iowa to visit Christophers host family from 95/96- the Hembergers. The rest days go by quickly, as there is a lot to talk about with Jim and Roz, Chris's host parents, but bodies and souls can regain their energy for the few miles left to reach the east coast.... After our big bike trip through South America ended not at a beautiful Caribbean beach, in the hammocks, cocktails in our hands, but rather on an Austrian hospital surgery table because of my Colombian appendicitis, we were eager to start our new project within our big honeymoon on bikes- from the Pacific to the Atlantic Ocean across the U.S., taking in the most beautiful spots we can on our route from San Francisco to New York! On May 8th, we leave S.F. and our great hosts way too soon, but happy to be on the road finally...it´s a good day, since there is an annual event called "bike to work day" in S.f. with many people participating, bankers in suits looking funny with their bike helmets...and lots of free gimmicks like bottles or fruits, stickers etc. given away on the streets! Fun! We take the ferry over the bay to Oakland, the ride out of there is not beautiful, but at least fast. The first night we sleep in the garage of a nice lady, Mrs. Vieux-she also provides us with some eggs and other foodstuff which makes us very happy! The landscape changes quickly, soon there are more and more trees, and the road winds up endlessly into beautiful Yosemite....around every corner we are surprised with lakes, mountains, waterfalls, which makes us forget how hard work it is on a heavy loaded bicycle. We stop for lunch at a gas station, and talk to some of the folks that are interested in our bikes and fascinated by our trip. Brad "Lars" Larson even invites us to stay at his home when we pass through in 2 days in Bishop! Of course we will visit him there! But there is still lots of way between here and then, but the foresight to some nice company, showers and a bed for a night give us power to push on over the 3000m tioga pass. In Bishop, we enjoy a very warm welcome by our new friend Brad, and the time soon gets too short, but we have to move on-long ways to go to NYC! The next project is Death Valley- in Summer it would definitely not be possible to cycle, since not even during the night it cools down enough! The scenery is beautiful, and we are surprised by the abundance of colorful flowers here in one of the driest and hottest places on earth! To beat the heat, we try to get up as early as possible, but it´s unfortunately also the time we can sleep the best since it hardly cools down at night. The heat is worst once we get below sea level, at Furnace Creek, where we can just spend the afternoon in the shade of the Visitor Center and wait for the sun to set. The hot wind blows just like a hairdryer into our faces as we head out at 7p.m. to find a campspot.
As we leave the park the next day, we are happy to leave the heat and dryness behind us, but also happy for impressive and beautiful landscapes! We have been going now for 12 days without stopping so we are looking very much forward to get quickly to Las Vegas, where our Friends Greg and Dawn will host us for two nights. We desperately need a day off, but still, there is not much rest on such a day, since we have other kinds of work to do like, doing laundry, writing mails, the blogs, sorting out photos, etc.etc.... We´re looking forward to Grand Canyon now-stay tuned! for all the photos, check our... |