Well we finally landed back in Asheville last night. The last leg of the trip was probably the hairiest we have experienced in our travels. I wish we had more pictures to show us unshowered looking absolutely crazy and homeless...discovering a bottle of olive oil had busted all over the inside of the camper....realizing a large steel cover on the water heater had flown off on the highway somewhere outside of Memphis...dealing with leaky windows which eventually soaked the floor....crawling out of the camper at Walmarts in 30 degree weather on a Tuesday morning....oh the list goes on. But instead we managed to capture the happier times...dry and loving life in Arizona..
This is the view from the old mining town way up on a mountain called Jerome where he put one of the tasting rooms...the picture doesn't do justice to how pretty it is there. Interesting locals....that's all I'm gonna say about that..
I am trying to not slip into a deep dark depression looking at the pictures of us in the hot sun now that I am back in the cold drizzly rain...ugh. Here's Paul keepin it real at a campsite...
On Easter we drove down to Mesa to visit my Grandmother and her twin sister. My Grandmother is in the shades. What a lovely visit. I'm always amazed watching these women in their 80's cook dinner..hang out outside on the patio and talk about the old days. I hope I inherited their superwoman genes.
My grandmother's twin and her husband have an amazing Bonsai garden. Couple of orbs floating around in that picture too.....
An artsy pic driving back across the country. I don't know if other people have had problems with old country songs getting stuck in their head when reading the city names out in the midwest. Driving through Oklahoma City was the worst. There were signs for Wichita... I'M GOIN TO WICHITA.. (White Stripes)..signs for Texas "Let's go to Luckenbach Texas..." signs for Amarillo "Amarillo by morning.." signs for Muskogee OK "I'M PROUD TO BE AN OKIE FROM MUSKOGEE.....ugh you get the idea. Tortuous amounts of songs immediately get stuck in your head and stay there.
Sometimes you wake up at 5:30 in a casino parking lot..what of it.
I thought I would share Paul's tea set up he has on the console of the van. At gas stations we boil up some water in the camper..pour it into the carafe to keep it nice and hot...then we drive down the highway like lunatics pouring boiling hot water into small containers and tea cups..measuring the water temperature...timing the tea.. Most people don't do this I guess?
Ah yes Maybelle's flesh wound. Poor thing. Driving through Memphis blind late at night..tired and hungry was like slipping into the seventh circle of hell (no offense to anyone who lives there...but seriously we had a bad time..) Maybelle got her butt whipped too. That is the hot water heater cover totally blown off. The Dollar General bag taped to the wet camper lasted about 3 minutes on the highway....Mother Earth please forgive us for accidentally littering.
That's all for now....Stay tuned for updates of fixing the destroyed camper!!