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Off by 8am to head out east; distances that I'd balk at in the UK - like the 270 miles to the south rim don't seem that much effort here. I guess it's the combination of automatic transmission, cruise control and wide open roads with few stops that make it so. So here it is - it had to be seen, after all. Vast, and in some way, hard to take the scale of it in. Perhaps you really have to go when no one else is around. After that, another 60 miles back to Williams, Arizona. A great little place - its prosperity helped by the fact that the old Route66 goes straight through it. Memorabilia aplenty. We poked about, and walking down the Main Street were hit by rising gusts of wind; blimey, the parasols outside the restaurant over the road started blowing about and a number lifted thirty feet in the air before disappearing over the roof and down the street. A tornado! Apparently common hereabouts but a first for me. Well, well. After that there was time to sit out checking out the produce from the town's brewery. And later a meal at the town's only gourmet restaurant, a beer list on the menu. Only one night here is bad planning.