Night three and all is well on the open highways. We dropped south to avoid the steepest of mountain highways. We still were able to drive through some beautiful mountain passes. As of this evening we are just on the boarder before entering Arizona.
It does blow my mind that regardless of which motel or the price of the motel, there is no comfortable place to sit other than the toilet. Can you tell I am spoiled on Stauffer Avenue? With that being said, we have been getting a good nights rest. Finding something other than fast food along the highways is difficult.
My aunt did call this evening to make sure we were on track to arrive at her home for Wednesday and Thursday. Each year when she would visit Minnesota, she would almost ask Dennis on a stack of Bibles to come to visit her in Glendale, Arizona. When Dennis’ son wanted us to come to Apache Junction, Arizona, to take back to Minnesota a motor cycle, I caved and agreed to the trip, stopping at Lorraine’s first.
This afternoon, about four, my butt cheeks were whispering to me, “Why, why?” I cannot believe all the folks who we know in St. James who can’t wait to get into their RVs, pulling a vehicle, in the fall of each year to come to Arizona. It sure looked like they were having a good time today, gearing down to a crawl.
Don’t you worry Stauffer Avenue, we’ll be back.