Total distance traveled by Barth in Odyssey IV, 5032 excluding side trips by Jeep/Ranger. That’ll do, Pig.
This isn’t Kansas, Toto.
Firstly, I want to thank Larry for watching and caring for my property while I was away even though he camping parking on my lot months ago. Every thing was grest and undisturbed. Not a driveway completely covered by tumble weeds a couple of years ago! Fortunately when he stopped full-timing in his RV he decided to make Sierra Vista his new home.
I did arrive back at the humble abode at 9:30 last night after a very long drive of 614 miles, 13.5 hours. My body does not like that long a drive as evidenced by aches and pains that are just now abating at noon on the following day.
Why so far in one day? Seems I do that every year on the last leg of the trip. One reason is that the route I choose was not the fastest or shortest, but a scenic route that I had not traveled in a decade or two. It was really pretty with all the rain AZ has received this summer. Unfortunately dark descended like a blindfold before I reached Tucson. I ‘locked onto’ a fellow pulling two horses as he seemed to know where he was going, and I was pretty sure it was not in the city!
But when he turned the wrong direction I was on my own, and ended up being trapped into navigating a construction maze of extremely narrow cone and blinker-lighted lanes that twisted about. But they were no match for Barth. I did the best I could. I have no idea how many of those trinkets I ran over and crushed, and further I did not care. I didn’t even look back.
I was hopelessly lost, and had no idea where I was because I can not read street signs at night. I was using Barth’s spot light to successfully pick up a street name occasionally. I encountered a corner gas station/convenience store that looked RV-friendly. There was an older gentlemen with a gray beard by the pumps eating peanuts, leaning against a pump and looking at me. Seemed to be waiting for me. So I wheeled in. he asked “How are you?”
I responded immediately. “Fine, but I am completely lost. Can you tell me how to get to I-10?”
The fellow told me how to get to I-10 and went back to eating his peanuts. I-10 was mearby, fortunately. There was more construction but nothing like the orange-cone-hell that I had just trampled while attempting to navigate.
I have met so many folks just at the moment I needed them in my travels. Makes one wonder…
I then trundled home on familiar highways while listening to the truckers on CB cursing me for my bright headlights in their mirrors. Screw them, I gotta see where I am going.No tags for this post.