It seems like we can’t get enough of the road trips that are just a tad bit too long, distance-wise, and just a tad too short, time-wise. We spent most of Friday and today on the road so that we could be in St George for Curtis Dunkley’s wedding. The drive to and from was horrendous, but we’re all alive and well. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
On the way up, we stopped at Mr. D’z, a cool greasy diner on the old historic Route 66 in Kingman. Come to find out that it was the stainless steel get-up that Julie’s Grandpa originally brought from Kansas City to Holbrook, AZ. Apparently he sold it in 1946, and it ended up in Kingman. Small world. The food was decent there. Gwenyth had her first french fry and enjoyed it greatly.
St George was nice. The wedding was nice. It was at a golf club up North of St George. Pretty swank. Rumor has it that Robin Williams is building a small mansion across the way. Curtis seemed to get a great girl. They sure seem happy together. Abigail and Grace were flower girls at the wedding. Grace said she was “so embarrassed” but they both loved it.
Lots of pictures are up there. The last few I took while driving over the Hoover Dam. It only took an hour or so, so I thought I’d get some keepsakes. Notice the bent cranes. Apparently those are the ones that fell a few weeks back? Ooops.
I can’t believe it’s October.