We left Las Vegas pushed by twenty-thirty mile an hour winds. The drive was uneventful except for two events. The first was a plastic tub caught, swirled, and thrown by the wind in front of my path from the back of a pick up. I quick checked my right mirror, then made a quick twist and back with the steering wheel. Fortunately, I maintained control, missed the tub, held my water, and didn't cry "Momma, I'm coming home." I didn't think it would be good to smash head on into a tumbling plastic tub while traveling at seventy-five miles per hour. So that was good. The drive from there was uneventful, although long. It's one fifteen hundred miles from Spokane to Tucson, which translates to 24 hours of driving. For us it takes three days and two overnights. The hardest part this year, ironically, occurred after we left Phoenix. It started raining at Casa Grande, which is about forty miles West of Tucson. Funny that we left the Northwest for nice weather, and the bad weather finds us here. This affliction will be momentary, however, and by the reports we fled the Northwest just ahead of some significant winter weather. Not to worry. Our good friends, the Krals, welcomed us with open arms, a hot meal, and the promise of more propinquity this winter. So, life is good, especially today.
I have faith that this cold, damp landscape will brighten soon.
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