“Forget the workin’ blues and let the good times roll!”

by chuckofish

Hello and happy Friday. Never have I related more to George Jones than after this work week. Eyeroll. I don’t have a wild weekend planned, just a DAR meeting and Sunday School, but I understand the sentiment.

Anyway, as is usual after a wild trip with my parents, I am here to regale you with tales from the road. And the roads were not what I expected in Arizona. I was apprehensive about driving many hours across what I presumed, incorrectly, would be vast, empty desert. Instead, what I found was several hours of mountainous speed driving with a lot of traffic and then several hours of even faster desert driving with traffic. The passing games were wild. At times, it felt like I was in a driving video game–Grand Theft Auto: Navajo Nation Edition. Okay, maybe more like MarioKart–there were many of levels and obstacles.

And by levels and obstacles, I mean exciting warning signs, including, but not limited to:

–Chain-Up Area

–Brake-Check Area

–Elk Next 40 Miles

–Truck Run-Off Ramp

–Run-Off Ramp for Out-of-Control Vehicles Only (this sent my mother into hysterics)

–6% Grade Next 20 Miles

–Watch for Rocks

–SAVE YOUR BRAKES (seriously, this is a real sign)

–Cattle Next 11 Miles (so specfic)

–No Services 20 Miles

–Rest Area TRUCKS ONLY (discrimination!!)

It was quite the adventure. And thankfully, there were no signs about being wary of bears. Although, we did see a number of billboards for a wildlife park in Williams called Bearizona which, frankly, gets all the points for best name ever.

And I know you’ve been waiting for an update on Mr. Smith–he spent seven whole days at the kennel and then had to get a bath on the last day before I picked him up. He was happy to see me and very tired. And he has been my sweet shadow all week.

It’s finally Friday–have some fun!