The local newspaper interviewed and frontpaged an article about four men that survived Pearl Harbor. These guys are heros and all about ninety years old. I'm amazed they could remember anything about it. One commonality that I gathered from each interview was that they said the fighter planes that strafed the area, after the bombing runs, all had smiling gunners in the rear. The pilot would fly the plane and the rear-facing gunner would shoot at them while grinning the entire time. Now how in the world could they see a smiling gunner in an aircraft traveling at 100+ mph? The rear shooting gunners would have been a hit at the doggie park yesterday.
Palm Springs got rain yesterday for the first time since June 2008. It rained too baby. I've spent lots of time in the desert in my life both personal and military time. When it rains in the desert you find high ground rather quickly even if you are in the city. There is a dry river bed, commonly called a wash, 200 yards from our trailerpark that became a river after the storm. Now this wash is about 100 yards wide and 15 yards deep and runs through the town. The ground doesn't absorb water like clay soils and neither does the asphalt; so, the water ends up in the wash. Maybe that is where the saying comes from, "It all comes out in the wash"?
We started to walk the puppies to the wash but I couldn't get the logging chain disconnected from the old refrigerator outside. We've thought about trading the puppies in on pitbulls , but we have gotten attached to them. We could have taken The Crapper but it's up on cement blocks next to the refrigerator. When the check comes in on the first, we are going to get tars put on it down at The Walmart. Deb bought me a sleeveless half-shirt yesterday along with a pair of Daisy Dukes for herself. That woman knows fashion.
I am beginning to think we are living next door to a vampire except vampires come out at night and this person(s) only comes out during the daytime. Sort of like a daytime vampire. This person's motorhome is nice and a nice car is parked out front--sometimes. The car is gone at times and there at others. The curtains in the front of the motorhome are closed at times and open others. Somebody or something is occupying that motorhome, but we just haven't seen it, him, or them. Now that is a good neighbor. Speaking of neighbors, I'm told Fancypants has left the trailerpark for two weeks. I don't know where he went, but I am told he is gone. I was wondering today if he might have left his permanent residence here, Casa Móvil Fancypants, and sashayed himself over to Quartzsite to vacation. I think that he may want to see how the other half lives. It makes perfect sense to me. Wait unti he gets back and sees my new tars. He will be super jealous.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Sunday, Dec 6, 2009
We are doing advanced planning for our trip home. The start date is a few days after Christmas. We planned the route as far south as we can get without actually being in Mexico. The reason is to avoid snow. The snow that fell in NC was the same storm that hit us in Santa Fe days earlier. Now think about driving a 12 ft wide and high, 33 ft long vehicle through that snow. Santa has to travel in that mess, we don't.
We took the puppies to the doggie park today. There were no celebrities running committing poop de grace that I could tell. When we cut Riley loose from his leash he immediately ran around and smelled the butt of every dog in the park. Had I done the same with the humans, all I would have smelled would have been Vaseline. Riley didn't care for the other dogs getting behind him. Each time a male dog would get behind him he would sit down. Riley is no dummy. Riley had a great idea, so when the male owners would run around behind me I would sit down too. I'll have to plan our next visit to the doggie park on heterosexual day.
There are lots of celebrities in the Coachella Valley. Palm Springs is only a portion of the valley. On the front page of the local newspaper today there was a picture of Suzanne Summers harvesting vegetables from her garden in back of her house. She had a basket and was picking greens in a low-cut prom dress. When I was growing up my mother always wanted me to wear a tuxedo to weed our garden. I thought that was pretentious, so I would wear a suit and bow tie. At that time in my life it probably would have been a baby blue, polyester suit but a suit nonetheless. I got the idea from Oliver Wendell Douglas on Green Acres. What was I talking about? Oh yes, Suzanne and her prom dress. My inside source to the rich and pretentious told me that Suzanne Summers had put up her house for sale. It is listed at $65 million. Had I grown up in a $65 million house with a backyard garden, I know my mother would have insisted that I weed the garden in a tuxedo. Yuck.
Many of you know that I like Christmas lights. I have a large Christmas light display that is synchronized to music just not this year. I know what you are thinking. Go ahead. Get it out of your system so we can go on. Come on. No, it not like The Griswalds in the movie Christmas Vacation. Geez, yall need to get out more. Very near to our trailerpark is a guy that is nationally famous for being a nut that likes Christmas lights. Here is an article about him. You might have to copy it and paste it into a browser.
http://tinyurl.com/ylgjej8
We plan to visit Chez Nutcase tomorrow tonight. That will be fun to talk about.
Today was a slow day. We needed a quiet day. So, I will try to pick up the pace tomorrow.
We took the puppies to the doggie park today. There were no celebrities running committing poop de grace that I could tell. When we cut Riley loose from his leash he immediately ran around and smelled the butt of every dog in the park. Had I done the same with the humans, all I would have smelled would have been Vaseline. Riley didn't care for the other dogs getting behind him. Each time a male dog would get behind him he would sit down. Riley is no dummy. Riley had a great idea, so when the male owners would run around behind me I would sit down too. I'll have to plan our next visit to the doggie park on heterosexual day.
There are lots of celebrities in the Coachella Valley. Palm Springs is only a portion of the valley. On the front page of the local newspaper today there was a picture of Suzanne Summers harvesting vegetables from her garden in back of her house. She had a basket and was picking greens in a low-cut prom dress. When I was growing up my mother always wanted me to wear a tuxedo to weed our garden. I thought that was pretentious, so I would wear a suit and bow tie. At that time in my life it probably would have been a baby blue, polyester suit but a suit nonetheless. I got the idea from Oliver Wendell Douglas on Green Acres. What was I talking about? Oh yes, Suzanne and her prom dress. My inside source to the rich and pretentious told me that Suzanne Summers had put up her house for sale. It is listed at $65 million. Had I grown up in a $65 million house with a backyard garden, I know my mother would have insisted that I weed the garden in a tuxedo. Yuck.
Many of you know that I like Christmas lights. I have a large Christmas light display that is synchronized to music just not this year. I know what you are thinking. Go ahead. Get it out of your system so we can go on. Come on. No, it not like The Griswalds in the movie Christmas Vacation. Geez, yall need to get out more. Very near to our trailerpark is a guy that is nationally famous for being a nut that likes Christmas lights. Here is an article about him. You might have to copy it and paste it into a browser.
http://tinyurl.com/ylgjej8
We plan to visit Chez Nutcase tomorrow tonight. That will be fun to talk about.
Today was a slow day. We needed a quiet day. So, I will try to pick up the pace tomorrow.
December 5, 2009 Palm Springs
Deb took the puppies out for a walk this morning while I tried to fix the flat tire on her bicycle. She took a circuitous route trying to find a nonexistent entrance to a greenway trail that connects her parent's place with our trailerpark. While she was hunting a man came out of a business and wanted to know what breed the puppies are. We get that a lot because their breed, Keeshond, is somewhat rare. Deb loves talking about how the breed came from Holland and how they were barge dogs, etc. etc. This gentleman said he wanted a dog and saw the puppies and loved their looks. The puppies are used to this type of behavior because they know that they are the Pierce Brosnans of the puppy world. They know it and are comfortable with it. Anyway, he thanked Deb and went back to work.
Later in the day, I was sitting in the navigator seat of The Love Boat working on yesterday's blog post, when a car pulled up in front of our camper. I told Deb what I saw, and she told me that this was the guy that had stopped her while walking. I was relieved because my initial thoughts were Fancypants had gotten a posse and was coming to deal us some justice. Evidently, the gentleman had gone home and gotten his wife and was combing the neighborhood trying to find the puppies so she could see them herself. It was a kind of paparazzi moment for the puppies. The puppies charmed the lady and they both left wanting Monty and Riley clones. I was impressed.
I got cutoff in traffic by a Bentley today. A Bentley is a $250K+ car. I had never been cutoff by a Bentley before and didn't know how to act. What does one do? Scream obscenities about his mother or roll down the window and ask if he has any Grey Poupon. The owner of this car likely lived in Indian Wells, CA which is very near to us. Indian Wells is said to be the richest city in the US. It has about 5000 full time residents. Deb has an uncle that lives in Indian Wells that feeds us information. I thought about following the Bentley jerk home and putting a BO for President bumpersticker onto his car. He would be ostracized from Indian Wells before he knew what happened to him. That would fix his little red wagon. But I didn't because I didn't want to be seen acquiring a BO bumpersticker. Besides, one of the other voices in my head said it would upset my chakra. My chakra was beaten so badly yesterday that I was concerned for its well being.
Other stuff happened today that was interesting, but I think that I will wait to talk about it.
Later in the day, I was sitting in the navigator seat of The Love Boat working on yesterday's blog post, when a car pulled up in front of our camper. I told Deb what I saw, and she told me that this was the guy that had stopped her while walking. I was relieved because my initial thoughts were Fancypants had gotten a posse and was coming to deal us some justice. Evidently, the gentleman had gone home and gotten his wife and was combing the neighborhood trying to find the puppies so she could see them herself. It was a kind of paparazzi moment for the puppies. The puppies charmed the lady and they both left wanting Monty and Riley clones. I was impressed.
I got cutoff in traffic by a Bentley today. A Bentley is a $250K+ car. I had never been cutoff by a Bentley before and didn't know how to act. What does one do? Scream obscenities about his mother or roll down the window and ask if he has any Grey Poupon. The owner of this car likely lived in Indian Wells, CA which is very near to us. Indian Wells is said to be the richest city in the US. It has about 5000 full time residents. Deb has an uncle that lives in Indian Wells that feeds us information. I thought about following the Bentley jerk home and putting a BO for President bumpersticker onto his car. He would be ostracized from Indian Wells before he knew what happened to him. That would fix his little red wagon. But I didn't because I didn't want to be seen acquiring a BO bumpersticker. Besides, one of the other voices in my head said it would upset my chakra. My chakra was beaten so badly yesterday that I was concerned for its well being.
Other stuff happened today that was interesting, but I think that I will wait to talk about it.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Dec 4, 2009 Palm Springs
Today was a bittersweet day.
Today, my wife got to sit in the same room with her parents and few other family members. I would wade through waters infested with alligators to allow her that privilege. Of course, we are in Palm Springs, CA and there are no alligators but California speed bumps might feel the same. During our final leg of driving, we survived the areas of the interstate labeled "Expect high winds" or "Death spiral, mountain downgrade, say your prayers before this downgrade ahead". The death spiral signs are huge and mess with your chakra but we survived. DANGER, WHINING AHEAD. Please remember I warned you.
I am sick of crawling up the upgrades and death spiraling downgrades. We must have gone through two or three thousand ascents and descents of mountains in the last week. I will quit whining when I have sat on flat ground for a couple days. I promise. I understand the California lifestyle now. I speak Californian and will translate a typical day. "Okay kids get in the car and please don't vomit as we death spiral on the third mountain. It upsets the dogs chakra." I promise not to mention chakras again for a while.
I intentionally waited to update the blog. We had a rough start here in Palm Springs. We arrived in early afternoon and setup in a "RV Resort". To keep from being sued I will not mention the "RV Resort's" name. Well if the "RV Resort" was going to resort to anything it would be to lend truth in advertising. This ain't a "RV Resort", it is a trailer park. An RV resort would not have year round residents. But who am I to be picky.
We pulled into this park and found our assigned spot and docked The Love Boat into our thirty day slip. As luck had it, it was not thirty days before we moved, it was thirty minutes. The person in the permanent residence next door found offense with Riley barking. Riley had been couped up for two weeks and was not a happy puppy. Oh man that pun worked out in my favor. Riley had in fact barked a few times while I was present and was reprimanded. I am not certain about what transpired after I left to run an emergency errand. Anyway. the permanent resident beside our spot waited until I left then decided to sashay his fancy pants over to The Love Boat and verbally abuse my wife about the puppies' conduct. Deb called me on the cell phone (no it is not a ship to shore telephone) and informed me about Fancypant's conduct. I am a reasonable man. I have been told that by sober people a few times in my life. Anyway, Fancypants committed a cardinal sin by waiting until I left before jumping my woman, The Queen of My Singlewide with Slideouts. This is where I jump onto a table and beat my chest like King Kong, yelling "Woman good, Fancypants bad" and jump around grunting. I think you get the picture. I told Deb not to worry because I would handle it. I drove back and spoke to the park manager and fixed the problem. We moved and my chakra was stable again. Ok I lied about not mentioning chakras again. The spot we moved to was just fine. I thought my bad karma day was over until we tried leaving the "RV Resort". I was driving along about stall speed for The Crapper heading toward the exit when open stupidedness commanded by attention. I don't care if stupidedness is not a word. Please keep up. The Crapper has a manual transmission and stall speed is about 7 to 10 mph. I am not sure and could care less about the actual speed the thing stalls. As we were leaving we had a person, hereafter called Mr Dumas, pull his golf cart out in front of The Crapper. I mentioned to my woman (at this point I still was still jumping around and beating my hairy chest) that Mr Dumas lacked the necessary skills to successfully live a normal and constructive life. I stopped the car and said, "Deb did you notice the highly educated gentleman navigating his golfcart into a collision path with our car with impudence?" To which The Queen of My Single Wide with Slideouts said, "Yes darling, his driving skills are so rudimentary". Well Mr Dumas decided to shine a flashlight into my eyes during his trek to ICU. I stopped the car and decided to inquire as to why Mr Dumas needed my assistance. I will quote Mr Dumas word for word, "The park speed limit is 5 mph". As I mentioned earlier, I am a reasonable man. Mr Dumas had pushed another button that Fancypants had not. By now I had been deathspiraled, windblown, and vacated as much as my earnest upbringings would allow. I thought about jumping onto his golf cart and swatting at Mr Dumases (plural for more than one Dumas) like King Kong on the Empire State Building swatted airplanes. But, my chakra had stabilized, so I calmly decided to leave Mr Dumas to his trailerparkedness and go visit with some nice people namely my wife's folks. The rest is history. I miss the vortexes (gggrrrr) of Sedona.
Al
Today, my wife got to sit in the same room with her parents and few other family members. I would wade through waters infested with alligators to allow her that privilege. Of course, we are in Palm Springs, CA and there are no alligators but California speed bumps might feel the same. During our final leg of driving, we survived the areas of the interstate labeled "Expect high winds" or "Death spiral, mountain downgrade, say your prayers before this downgrade ahead". The death spiral signs are huge and mess with your chakra but we survived. DANGER, WHINING AHEAD. Please remember I warned you.
I am sick of crawling up the upgrades and death spiraling downgrades. We must have gone through two or three thousand ascents and descents of mountains in the last week. I will quit whining when I have sat on flat ground for a couple days. I promise. I understand the California lifestyle now. I speak Californian and will translate a typical day. "Okay kids get in the car and please don't vomit as we death spiral on the third mountain. It upsets the dogs chakra." I promise not to mention chakras again for a while.
I intentionally waited to update the blog. We had a rough start here in Palm Springs. We arrived in early afternoon and setup in a "RV Resort". To keep from being sued I will not mention the "RV Resort's" name. Well if the "RV Resort" was going to resort to anything it would be to lend truth in advertising. This ain't a "RV Resort", it is a trailer park. An RV resort would not have year round residents. But who am I to be picky.
We pulled into this park and found our assigned spot and docked The Love Boat into our thirty day slip. As luck had it, it was not thirty days before we moved, it was thirty minutes. The person in the permanent residence next door found offense with Riley barking. Riley had been couped up for two weeks and was not a happy puppy. Oh man that pun worked out in my favor. Riley had in fact barked a few times while I was present and was reprimanded. I am not certain about what transpired after I left to run an emergency errand. Anyway. the permanent resident beside our spot waited until I left then decided to sashay his fancy pants over to The Love Boat and verbally abuse my wife about the puppies' conduct. Deb called me on the cell phone (no it is not a ship to shore telephone) and informed me about Fancypant's conduct. I am a reasonable man. I have been told that by sober people a few times in my life. Anyway, Fancypants committed a cardinal sin by waiting until I left before jumping my woman, The Queen of My Singlewide with Slideouts. This is where I jump onto a table and beat my chest like King Kong, yelling "Woman good, Fancypants bad" and jump around grunting. I think you get the picture. I told Deb not to worry because I would handle it. I drove back and spoke to the park manager and fixed the problem. We moved and my chakra was stable again. Ok I lied about not mentioning chakras again. The spot we moved to was just fine. I thought my bad karma day was over until we tried leaving the "RV Resort". I was driving along about stall speed for The Crapper heading toward the exit when open stupidedness commanded by attention. I don't care if stupidedness is not a word. Please keep up. The Crapper has a manual transmission and stall speed is about 7 to 10 mph. I am not sure and could care less about the actual speed the thing stalls. As we were leaving we had a person, hereafter called Mr Dumas, pull his golf cart out in front of The Crapper. I mentioned to my woman (at this point I still was still jumping around and beating my hairy chest) that Mr Dumas lacked the necessary skills to successfully live a normal and constructive life. I stopped the car and said, "Deb did you notice the highly educated gentleman navigating his golfcart into a collision path with our car with impudence?" To which The Queen of My Single Wide with Slideouts said, "Yes darling, his driving skills are so rudimentary". Well Mr Dumas decided to shine a flashlight into my eyes during his trek to ICU. I stopped the car and decided to inquire as to why Mr Dumas needed my assistance. I will quote Mr Dumas word for word, "The park speed limit is 5 mph". As I mentioned earlier, I am a reasonable man. Mr Dumas had pushed another button that Fancypants had not. By now I had been deathspiraled, windblown, and vacated as much as my earnest upbringings would allow. I thought about jumping onto his golf cart and swatting at Mr Dumases (plural for more than one Dumas) like King Kong on the Empire State Building swatted airplanes. But, my chakra had stabilized, so I calmly decided to leave Mr Dumas to his trailerparkedness and go visit with some nice people namely my wife's folks. The rest is history. I miss the vortexes (gggrrrr) of Sedona.
Al
Thursday, December 3, 2009
December 3, 2009 Quartzsite, AZ
When we stopped to take on fuel at the Flying J Truck Stop in Phoenix we saw someone from our past. Yep, it was "Private RV" boy. You might remember that was two states and four days ago. They were in the RV parking area waiting on dark-- I guess. The car carrier they were towing wasn't present though. I wonder if it fell off somewhere? I'll bet you he was heading to Quartzsite. He would be considered wealthy in Quartzsite. However, at the Flying J, he would be the truck that nobody wants to park beside.
I was dizzy most of today. I think I am suffering from vortex deprivation. After I finish this post, I will crawl under the crystals glued to the dash. Maybe I can realign my chakra.
We made it to Quartzsite, AZ today. This is not a destination for most RVers. Quartzsite is a very small town on the Arizona and California border off Interstate 10. Deb read today that the year round populace is about 5000 people. Her internet source said that it swelled to 1 million during January and February. I might contest that number but you get the picture what happens to this town. The thing about this town is that the RVers stay in the desert dry camping. Dry camping means no water, electric, or sewer connections. Dry docking is another term for it. Nasty is the best term I can use. These folks go to the Bureau of Land Management Office (BLM) and get a permit to boondock in the desert for a few dollars. I heard it is $6 but my sources are suspect. Regardless, the cheapskates come in droves. Not only droves, they come in school buses, trailers, fifth-wheels, motorhomes, and just about anything you imagine. This is not a destination for anybody I know. But what the hey, The Love Boat sails through all waters even off season Burning Man Festival participants. You should google The Burning Man Festival.
We drove from end to end of this town in 5 minutes. It had 2 grocery stores. At home we would call them convenience stores. A full-blown grocery is 25 miles away. Have you visualized the depth of this place? We stopped in the General Store to purchase some stuff. The line was ten people deep at the register. The "gentleman" behind us was likely on parole from one of the fine, privately owned prisons near us. I saw a bumper sticker in NC that somewhat offended me. The bumper sticker read, "Paddle faster, I think I hear banjo music". I now understand that bumpersticker. Prison Boy was the kind of guy that you would look at (very briefly) and say to yourself, "I'll bet your mama is proud of you". Of course you would never want to say it to his face.
We took the puppies and let them run loose in the desert. They had a blast. During our trip, they have learned a new phrase, "Puppies want to play?". Monty is a little quicker than Riley learning new human phrases. Regardless, they both knew that play meant running free. They had a blast and so did we. The desert has its rewards. While the puppies were marking Quartzsite, Deb was running around hunting for a rock for our collection--I won't go into the collection just yet. She would walk over and pick up a big rock, look it over, and then throw it down. I realized after she was finished that I forgot to tell her to turn the rock over with her shoe before picking it up. Big rocks in the desert are sometimes hiding places for scorpions, tarantulas, snakes, and tattooed prison parolees. She will read this and not do that again.
In Palm Springs there is a dog park that the rich and famous use. The puppies played in the facilities there a few years ago. Monty and Riley have waited for months to sniff rich and famous dog butt. I personally have not seen any poo scooping celebrities but a month is a long time.
Palm Springs is full of extremely wealthy (i.e. Bill Gates has a house there), famous people, and snow birds. Each visit I've made to Palm Springs has been entertaining. I'll post about the people that we meet there. After Christmas, Deb and I will start back to Raleigh on a more southerly route in an attempt to avoid snow. Our friend Walter will fly to Austin, TX and replace Deb who will fly home. The last leg of the trip should be entertaining.
Tomorrow is Palm Springs and a close to a 2600 mile journey. A close to the journey but not the blog.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
December 2, 2009 Sedona, AZ
I forgot to talk about the RV Park that we are staying in. The R in RV park is supposed to be an abbreviation of the word recreational. All but one of the other campers in this RV park are more wreckreational. This is a mobilehome park for wayward trailers. There ain't any cars up on jacks or dogs tied up to refrigerators with logging chains, but give them time and they will. I keep waiting on Nashville's Mullet Head Queen to pull up in her Vega. If she does, we have her over for Buds and grill some Vienna Sausages we bought at "The Walmart".
The little community where we are staying is not in Sedona, but is about fifteen minutes away. While PT Crappering another community near ours, Deb saw a store that caught her eye. Deb has wanted to get the puppies a bath for a couple weeks which the puppies want no part of. Anyway, Deb saw this dog grooming place and started laughing. It was called Doggie Style Dog Groomers which too funny. The puppies find nothing funny about dog grooming. Getting a bath upsets their chakra.
Rock crystals are quite popular here. Stores selling crystals are everywhere. I really don't care to understand the significance between the crystals and the vorticies. But, I kind of like the idea of positive energy being transferred via the crystals. So, I plan to buy a few crystals for The Love Boat's dashboard. I figure that if I glue them next to the miniature, plastic Madona and Jesus (remember it is pronounced Hey not Je), I will be pretty much set. I'm not sure what "pretty much set" means but if I dwell on it, I will channel in negative energy and my chakra will upchuckra. I simply can't have that occur. I think my dashboard display will be the envy of our trailerpark.
We had a hefeweizen in a local brewery last night that was amazingly good. It has to be the best hefeweizen I have had since my days in Germany. The brewery is called Oak Creek. The hefeweizen won a gold medal in 2003 at the World Beer Festival. Now that is a worthy credential. I plan on whining to the brewmaster to see if he will give me his recipe. If you are out this way try the hefeweizen at the brewery/restaurant.
That is all for the moment. We have not ventured out for the day yet. I'll update this later in the day.
Update:
Today was a freeze your butt off morning, followed by a wish I had on shorts day. In the evening it got cold again. I wish it would make up its mind.
Deb had to work today so she had to hang around the motorhome. However, I took The Crapper and went to Montezuma Castle National Park. It has a dwelling that is built into the rock face of the mountain. It is said to be 1000 years old. The folks that lived there sort of disappeared without any records. The experts theorize that the reason they vacated could have been famine from overcrowding, disease, or a few other ugly things. I personally think the problem was that the hippies moved in due to the vorticies in Sedona. The pueblo Indians thought they smelled like buffalo poo and moved to Phoenix. Last man out please shutoff the lights.
We took the puppies to Montezuma Well today. I guess when the place becomes a national park the apostrophe for possessiveness goes away. I didn't learn that in college. I won't give you inaccurate details, but this thing is huge. It is a mini Grand Canyon fed from underground springs to which the water ultimately becomes a river through a hole somewhere. The path around showed dwellings that the pueblos lived in. Of course the pueblo dwellings were just down the path from the pueblo real estate agent's cave dwelling. I would have charged two goats and a chicken a month for prime property like that. The puppies enjoyed the walk around this thing but couldn't find anything to pee on that didn't have thorns (except the park service's signs).
Our schedule has changed again. Deb's work schedule and the lack of wireless internet connection warrants a late start tomorrow. We will stay somewhere along the way and finish the journey to Palm Springs on Friday.View Blog
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
December 1, 2009 Sedona, AZ
We left Nowhereville early this morning. We took on fuel (cars get gas, motorhomes take on fuel, please write that down) at Winslow, AZ. Now the Eagles fans know where we stopped. Allow me to paraphrase, "... I was standing on the corner in Winslow, Arizona such a fine sight to see. When a girl my lord in a flat bed Ford slowed down to take a look at me...". Well Winslow was in trouble today. I had the Love Boat's CB on and the truck drivers were talking about the toilet problem in Winslow. It seems the sewer lines in the entire city were shut off for some ugly reason. Please note that I have not verified this information from another source other than the Rubber Duck Network. The Love Boat has a flushing toilet regardless if the Flying J does not. I thought about renting out our toilet for $5 for 5 minutes but Deb would never have gone for that. Please no puns intended.
We stopped in Flagstaff, AZ for food today. "The Walmart" didn't have a Calgon water machine but the greeter lady said the Bashas' grocery store at the end of the strip mall did. Deb whirled around and "The Walmart" was history. Bashas' was cross between Harris Teeter and Whole Foods. Evidently this grocery chain has an identity crisis. It wants to be a health food store but Bubbas want Budweiser. This ain't Santa Fe Yall. So we get groceries and head out for the last 50 miles of the day's journey.
We traveled 50 miles and dropped 3000 feet in elevation in 15 miles. Furthermore, we went from freezing temperatures to needing our mega fans sucking air through the camper. Flagstaff had snow in the parking lot of Bashas'. Here the maintenance guy had on shorts. Good lord, I don't know what to wear.
We went into Sedona after lunch. Before you die you should see what we saw. I promise to post photos in Palm Springs. The mountains were magnificent. Deb wanted the standard billboard sweatshirt, so we stopped in town. This is a nice place to visit. The people are nice and the scenery is overwhelming. Oh buddy here comes the funny.
Evidently, there are four vortexes (I know the spelling should be vortices but they say vortexes here) which brings forth this energy that resonants their chakra and stuff. You can google the words for further enlightenment. The vortexes (I had to use that word) channel energy to the earth. My engineer friends are spiraling around in their chairs for the second or third time in one paragraph. Please forgive me my astute scientific friends. We own a Dyson vacuum cleaner. It has a vortex cleaning action that sucks the puppies' hair into this plastic circular vortex that is easy to dump into the trash. I surely hope the four active vortexes (gggrrrrrr) are not sucking my thoughts and aspirations into the ground in Arizona. I could have stayed in Raleigh and had my aspirations of normalcy sucked out of me by the city council and Meeker.
Tomorrow Deb has to work. Bummer. I planned to take the puppies to each vortex and allow them to poop on each vortex. Riley has been in training for years preparing this event. We may not have time for all four, so if your chakra palpitates tomorrow blame it on the puppies namely Riley the Poopinator.
We remain in Sedona tomorrow.
We stopped in Flagstaff, AZ for food today. "The Walmart" didn't have a Calgon water machine but the greeter lady said the Bashas' grocery store at the end of the strip mall did. Deb whirled around and "The Walmart" was history. Bashas' was cross between Harris Teeter and Whole Foods. Evidently this grocery chain has an identity crisis. It wants to be a health food store but Bubbas want Budweiser. This ain't Santa Fe Yall. So we get groceries and head out for the last 50 miles of the day's journey.
We traveled 50 miles and dropped 3000 feet in elevation in 15 miles. Furthermore, we went from freezing temperatures to needing our mega fans sucking air through the camper. Flagstaff had snow in the parking lot of Bashas'. Here the maintenance guy had on shorts. Good lord, I don't know what to wear.
We went into Sedona after lunch. Before you die you should see what we saw. I promise to post photos in Palm Springs. The mountains were magnificent. Deb wanted the standard billboard sweatshirt, so we stopped in town. This is a nice place to visit. The people are nice and the scenery is overwhelming. Oh buddy here comes the funny.
Evidently, there are four vortexes (I know the spelling should be vortices but they say vortexes here) which brings forth this energy that resonants their chakra and stuff. You can google the words for further enlightenment. The vortexes (I had to use that word) channel energy to the earth. My engineer friends are spiraling around in their chairs for the second or third time in one paragraph. Please forgive me my astute scientific friends. We own a Dyson vacuum cleaner. It has a vortex cleaning action that sucks the puppies' hair into this plastic circular vortex that is easy to dump into the trash. I surely hope the four active vortexes (gggrrrrrr) are not sucking my thoughts and aspirations into the ground in Arizona. I could have stayed in Raleigh and had my aspirations of normalcy sucked out of me by the city council and Meeker.
Tomorrow Deb has to work. Bummer. I planned to take the puppies to each vortex and allow them to poop on each vortex. Riley has been in training for years preparing this event. We may not have time for all four, so if your chakra palpitates tomorrow blame it on the puppies namely Riley the Poopinator.
We remain in Sedona tomorrow.
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