My little truck is pointed South, waiting for the ignition click that will launch it like a heat seeking missile towards the land of the sun. I’ll just be along for the ride.
I have a few per-conceived notions on where we’ll land and for how long, but my mind is open to whatever happens. I’ll call my buddy Robert when the sun rises in Arizona time and find out if his little cheap motel has an opening. If so, I’ll click Lake Havasu on my GPS and start shedding clothes as the missile flies over Utah. If not, I’ll abort that mission and re-program the flight to plan B, which will probably be written on the fly.
In any event, it’s battery recharge time. I need a lot of sun drenched hours soaking warmth into skin that really shouldn’t have it, but needs it desperately. The winters here expand my wallet but drain my spirit. The only time I’ve really warmed up at all recently is the night I fell asleep with the heating blanket on high.
Update, Thursday evening: Havasu has fallen through. I called Bob and he said all of his cheap rooms were booked. So, I’m heading down to one of my favorite Wyoming towns for a one night stay and then on to Laughlin, Nevada for four days in a casino hotel.
I called the casino after I booked the room and talked to a guy that sounded like Sam Elliot and he set me up with a room pool side. The location is perfect, smack dab in the middle of the desert and open to road trips all around. I’ll keep you informed…
Travel safe.
I bet Steph wishes she was going with you. I know she is out in that stuff shoveling .
Yes, she does. Her problem is she’s too young. Old people like me get to travel, while the young ones have limited vacations which they tend to spend with their kids and their moms :-)
btw: notice driveway. Shoveling days are pretty much over, the snow melts in the spring sun pretty quickly.
We do love her visits. Snow may be over but grass and limbs and what ever are still there to keep her busy.