“A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.” — John Steinbeck
The good news is that we made it to Arizona largely unscathed. Very little rain, once again, in spite of heavy thunderstorm activity in eastern New Mexico. The picture was taken at a rest area about 100 miles east of Albuquerque. Pushing to make it the 1200+ miles to Joplin, Missouri on the first day was probably not the best idea, but it was manageable – and did make it possible to stay the second night in Albuquerque, and left us with a much shorter run today.
The bad news is that the dog destroyed the kennel on the first night – we got a call yesterday morning just as we were crossing into Ohio. So she’s back home, very unhappy, and those at home are not mentally geared toward dealing with her. We are 2400 miles away and cannot offer much practical assistance. Hopefully they will all figure it out. But in the meantime there a clogged toilet, a pee’d on bath mat, and I don’t even want to know what else has/will happen because we are not going to be back home before the 25th.
And I have not touched my NaNo story in nearly a week – so there’s that too. But we aren’t leaving to head back to New Mexico until Thursday, so I’ll have a shot at getting it together. Maybe. This is a vacation, after all.