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With our new car loaded up we dropped the rental off at the Budget office in Mesa and drove out of Phoenix in the early afternoon, heading north to Flagstaff. Within a couple of hours we had left the barren Arizona desert behind us and descended through flat farming scenery to pine forest mountains. On our way we passed through Jerome an old mining town, that Claire had visited 14 years ago with her Mum, Dad and brother, as well as the pretty red-stone town of Sedona that is surrounded by amazing red rock cliffs. Being the weekend there were lots of RVs and Harleys out on the road and when we got to Flagstaff we had problems finding a campsite that wasn't already fully booked.
After a few anxious hours we finally found a site and pitched our tent amongst the huge RVs - tents are definitely the poorest relations in the US. In the rapidly failing light I cooked dinner, nearly loosing my eyebrows in the firestorm more commonly known as a propane stove (give me Camping Gaz any day) and we sat down to enjoy Tuna Surprise by candlelight amongst the pine trees - the atmosphere enhanced by a bottle of Californian Chardonnay - Ah, now this is what its all about.
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