We began our epic journey by taking a completely full flight to Phoenix, so full that the guy sitting next to me spilled over a bit into my space, just like in the good old days before any of us even knew how to spell CDC.
And like all good epics, the trials and tribulations should be many and varied. So there was the interminable ride to the rental car center; the wait from hell at the rental car center, the rediscovery of how Phoenix adds charges of every size and description to the bill.
But at last we headed out on the highway, looking for adventure and whatever came our way. Instead we got to our inexpensive motel that looked much better online and probably even worse in daylight. We have a suite which means that sometime, I’m guessing in the early sixties by the look of it, they shoe horned in a little kitchenette into a regular room. They have a lot of physical security which always makes us feel less secure; but as we keep telling each other, it’s only for one night, and we got here late and will leave early.
We have completed the Journey to the Far Side of the Southwest, now the Journey Home begins. Tomorrow, after a leisurely (i before e except after c and in leisure) hotel breakfast and a couple cups of coffee, that is.
