Morning of day two – I fancy the sunrise on the desert, but W stays in bed: no film to make, so he has a well-deserved sleep-in after doing all the driving yesterday. I am not usually a morning person, so the “golden hour” at sparrow fart usually sees me firmly snuggled into the bed-sheets awaiting my daily dose of caffeine to magically appear on the bedside table.

But today I join the photographer line-up at Zabriskie Point; the soft dawn light revealing the canyons’ subtle shades of colour.
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Valley..We left LA at 10 on the biggest freeway I have ever seen, and stopped at Denny’s (a fast food franchise) for a late breakfast. The portions are still so huge in the US that W and I have to split every meal. The closest thing to eggs Benedict that Denny’s can offer is eggs cooked inside an o-shaped dough, hash browns (adapted from the swiss rosti, and I bet they thought they invented it) with bacon so crisp it’s easier to eat with my fingers. The coffee is bottomless, but America is not renowned for its coffee – even Starbucks is looking good here! It’s good that this is a bottomless cup; I have to drink a gallon of it to equal a regular shot of caffeine in Sydney.
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Actually it’s two right feet I ended up with – in my packing I didn’t think to check the two sandals I grabbed off the shelf. Husband, having an identical pair, I ended up with one of my right shoes, and one of his. So he has two left to match my right. Sigh, I only noticed that when I arose in San Diego, somewhat befuddled after twenty hours of travel. More

Voyage to Shackleton Country