Yesterday was a long day that started out with a real scare, but it all worked out and when all was said and done, it was all worth it.
We were up by 7:30, and after the usual rounds of answering e-mails and deleting junk mail and forwards we hit the road, pulling out of the Thousand Trails campground at 9:30. We were headed 185 miles east to Taylor, where my daughter and her family recently moved. Taylor is about 15 miles north of our old hometown of Show Low and Tiffany said their new place had room for us to park our motorhome and hook up, so we wanted to check it out.
That’s when things got real scary. We were on Highway 260, only a couple of miles east of the campground and doing 55 miles per hour, when some fool in a PT Cruiser coming in the other direction crossed the center line, right into the path of our Ford Explorer. I swerved to avoid him and about then he looked up (I think he was texting because he was looking down) and swerved back into his own lane. I was afraid I’d roll the Explorer but it handled great and didn’t go into a skid or spin. Terry said there were only inches separating us when we cleared him. This is an example of how fragile life can be and that no matter how carefully you live, some idiot can snuff it out for you in a heartbeat. Both of our knees were shaking for the next ten miles or so! As my buddy Greg White said, it was one of those incidents that causes you to make a quick stop to buy convenience store underwear.
The rest of our trip was uneventful and we got to Tiffany’s place all in one piece. Tiffany and her daughters were happy to see us and smothered us with hugs and kisses when we pulled up. It’s always nice to see them and stock up on loves. Here is a picture of Terry and Tiffany, two very pretty ladies.
As it turns out, there’s a nice place right along side her house where we can park with lots of room, a handy electrical outlet, a water bib, and a sewer cleanout we could access if need be. I think it will be just fine.
My granddaughter Hailey will be 11 in few days and she loves critters. Here is just one of her pets; a duck that thinks it’s a dog. She hangs out in the back yard with their dogs, eats out of their bowl with them, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t learn to sit up and beg. And, of course, her name is Dynasty. Happy, happy, happy.
From Tiffany’s, we made a quick run to Pinetop-Lakeside to see our pals Lyle Worman at his sporting goods store, and Jim Lewis at his used bookstore. A few minutes after we arrived, Jim’s pretty wife Shar showed up and we had a nice visit even if it was way too short.
It was getting dark by the time we headed home, so Terry drove. We decided to take Interstate 40 back to Cottonwood, which is about 20 miles longer, but quicker than the winding two lane Highway 260 we took going over. And there was less chance of hitting a deer or elk in the dark along the Mogollon Rim. We were hungry by the time we reached Flagstaff, and a quick check of Yelp found a nice little Chinese restaurant called China Garden, only 1½ miles off the interstate. The food was good, and a $20 bill got us a good meal with enough leftovers to take home for another meal.
We got back to our motorhome at the Thousand Trails a little before 10 p.m. and discovered part of the road blocked off and dug up, and the water was off. Fortunately, I had filled our fresh water tank the day before so we’ll be fine for a few days, or however long repairs take. I never let our fresh water level get too low just because things like this can happen. Like my old Scoutmaster used to teach us, Be Prepared.
Thought For The Day – Never trust anything you read on the internet. That’s how World War I started. — Abraham Lincoln