Well, we’re here. The Sonoran desert is beautiful, the food is amazing, and we’re still flying a bit by the seat of our pants.
I flew from Tucson to Seattle to drive Robyn back down here with our two dogs and a roof top full of stuff. I arrived in Seattle on Friday morning at about 1:30am, got in the car with Robyn, Mag, and Bella, and off we were! We drove to Salt Lake City down through the Tri-Cities area of Washington, and got to SLC just about in time for dinner on Friday night. Luckily, I have family there, so it really was a nice evening of introducing our furry kids to the family and enjoying not minding that we had road stink and sweat. It’s nice not having to impress family.
After a poor night of sleep at Motel 6 (the dogs were riled up / disoriented and barked at every squeak, sound, and car door shutting) we topped off at Starbucks and headed for Tucson. Our sunny, smooth drive was cut short by a muffled “pop” just south of Kanab, UT. We lost most of the power to the engine, and the car started to shift very sluggishly. Since we were in the middle of BFE Utah, we pressed on a little bit to get to a larger town. The check engine light came on about three quarters of the way to Page, AZ, so we decided to water the dogs there before pressing on to Flagstaff which would have been a larger town to be at in case something really bad happened. As it turned out, we didn’t have to do anything but start the car. We literally made it across the parking lot to a smooth “double park and pop the hood up” as the car silently rolls to a stop sort of thing.
Dogs were relocated to the shade with Robyn while I played Jenga with the towing guy, the repair station, AAA, the insurance company, and Avis rental car. The good news was that we got a rental car for the ride home that fit the dogs and all our crap. The bad news is that we’ve got a puked out Volvo in Page, AZ that we have to drive 8 hours back up to pick up at some point, assuming we can’t convince someone to set it on fire so we can collect the insurance money.
We made it to Tucson nonetheless. Found a 24 hour drive through mexican fast food place that still managed to put most of the mexican food we’ve had in Seattle to shame (yes, I’m trying to look on the bright side of our day), and hit the sack at the Residence Inn at about 1am.
Today found us relocating our stuff to a 1st floor room. Apparently the girl at the front desk is a dog lover, and owns a Great Dane herself. She told us we could move to a first floor place in the morning, and that we did. We’ve got a pimpin’ little pad with a patio, oven, and it’s right next to the patch of grass that’s been approved for dropping doggie bombs.
So, more to come. We had lunch today at a El Charro, which is a Mexican restaurant that’s been in business since 1922 (I’ll probably do it justice with a separate review), went grocery shopping, and have basically just been getting settled.
I know this blog has been mostly about food, but I think it’s going to have to morph a little bit to keep everyone abreast of what’s going on in our lives as well. Hope you’ll enjoying reading along for the ride!
Much love to all of you, and thanks for the support,
G n’ R