Captain’s Log, 071921
I promised I would have all you folks join me on my summer vacation and promise kept. Who’s making that noise back there? If it doesn’t stop, I’ll turn this car around.…
I decided to get a start on my first report during our first day’s drive. I’m getting the hang of this “typing with the thumbs” thing on my phone. And to think, I believed only teenagers could do that. Whoa, hey…how did that gas tanker truck get in the lane I’m wandering into. He just sent me a hand signal. Hey buddy, you can stick…
After some sound advice from my copilot and wife, and the threat of a very expensive traffic ticket, I have decided to continue my report at our first overnight stop. Besides, trying to drive and write really takes its toll on the spelling.
Our first day was a study in contrasts. From the overcrowding of home, to the open, barren desert, then a drop down to the overcrowding of the Colorado River (Why are those people playing in my drinking water.), to the beauty of the foothills leading into the mountains and the landscape covered with pines, then ending in the mountains. We also went from the land of wearing masks indoors to the land of “I don’t give a damn” across the state line.
We also were able to experience the wonder of the summer monsoons of the desert, and what an experience it was. For about the last three hours of our drive to Flagstaff, the skies in our path grew darker and more threatening. It also started to rain lightly. The one thing about the desert, there is nowhere for these pop-up storms to hide. Living in Southern California deprives us of the beauty and awe of thunder and lightning storms. I know for you folks in the rest of the country, storms like this are commonplace. For my wife, a native SoCal girl, all that thunder and lightning is a giant show. For the guy driving the car in this blinding downpour surrounded by other vehicles blinded by the downpour, it was a nail biter. Let me advise you, do not try to bite your nails while driving through a blinding rainstorm. It works as well as texting during a downpour. Fortunately, all the drivers, including the trucks, put on their four-way flashers to make it easier to see the vehicle in front of you and everyone moved into the slow lane and formed a single file line. We slowly navigated through the drenching and came out on the other side unscathed. The rest of our drive was just scattered showers and a very strong drink at the end.
We made our first stop, enjoyed a nice dinner and rested for our next day.
I do apologize for all the mistakes in today’s report. I thought I would try that thumb typing thing on my laptop. Doesn’t work so well. See you tomorrow.
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