Past the midway point

I think the halfway point in my trip can be defined as the passing of the Mountain time zone. Two hours behind, we're really on the western half of the USA. Accents change, the land is less rolling, and mesas rise from the ground. You also see more UFO's during the night. I guess they don't like to wander out east. Maybe it's a sales tax thing.

Right now I'm in the lobby of the Hyatt in Albuquerque, New Mexico - try spelling that while drunk. Today's a leisurely drive through desert and scrubland through to Flagstaff, Arizona. If we can hit Flagstaff before sunset, we'll be able to get some awesome vistas of the Grand Canyon. I'm also looking forward to seeing a saguaro cactus.

ttyl.