The Death of a Thousand Bugs

6:51 PM Clare Dreyfus 0 Comments

So this is what driving looks like on Day 3.

Not pictured: a thousand bug bodies splattered across Frank’s windshield. RIP.

Day 3 was our longest scheduled day of the whole trip: from Newport Beach, CA to Flagstaff, Arizona (right outside of the Grand Canyon).

Wake up time was 6:30 so I woke up at 6:45. I’ll take what I can get.

The first stop of the day was Calico Ghost Town on the outskirts of California. Calico was an old mining town that died in the early 1900s.

And just to keep my followers comin back, here’s an embarrassing photo of me wearing a raccoon hat and holding a wooden gun.

You can’t say I don’t deliver.

After Calico, Frank turned into a time machine and we jumped almost a century to have lunch at Peggy Sue’s 50s Diner. They also had a dinosaur museum in the back. Who knows.

Soon we were crossing the state line into Arizona, where it reached a temperature of 106F and scary danger signs were around every corner.


This day was even more exciting because we also passed the 1,000 mile mark of our journey. Only about 1,500 more to go!

The day ended with a sunset on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. I tried, but these photos really don’t do it justice.

We also ran into this majestic fellow who hung out about 10 feet away from our car munching on some grass.

And finally, to wrap up the longest day in existence, we ordered about $50 worth of Chinese food from the only store open in Flagstaff at 11pm.

Worth it.