Day four, and 1,568 miles later, we have arrived in Glendale Arizona. Forget GPS. My MapQuest brought us right to the home of my aunt.
We drove past her home and then on to find this wonderful motel that we will be calling home for two nights. We told Lorraine we would see her Wednesday forenoon. As Arizona is two hours behind our time, we are using this late afternoon and evening to kick back and relax. I so credit Dennis for driving and driving and driving. For some reason, every late morning, I found myself dozing in the seat. Once I had the nap over with, I had no problem staying on track until we stopped for the evening.
The scenery today was just unimaginable. The layers of colors that the mountains held were beckoning to be copied in a painting. For miles after miles it was a wonder as to how glaciers carved their way to making such beauty. It did make me pause at the small little sites that looked to be inhabited. There were no power lines or trails linked to the properties, but there would be clothes on a clothes line with fairly new vehicles parked next to the modest homes. There would be no shortage of acres of nothing for one to become a hermit. Dennis thought perhaps people could have generators to use sparingly.
The little red pickup was a champ pulling a two wheel trailer over all the ups and downs. If not for the fact that Dennis’ son, Ken, had asked us to pick up an item up from Apache Junction to take back to Minnesota, we would not have added that extra caution to such a long trip. It was a relief knowing that both the pickup and the trailer were sporting new tires.
On a huge plus, this motel has an oversized chair that is comfortable enough to either read in or snooze in. Dennis is trying the latter. All in all, the beds on this trip have been very comfortable. We have taken advantage of the continental breakfasts for some fruit and cereal and then not eating until we have closed down for the night. Dennis says driving for long periods of time works best on a predominantly empty stomach. The driver knows best.
More tomorrow evening. I still can’t believe that me, the hermit, agreed to leave Stauffer Avenue.