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On Our Way

No more counting . . . We’ve done the impossible . . . loaded all our essentials, including SweetPea, into the CRV and headed out of SLO yesterday, the 10 Aug., to begin the cross-country trek that will bring us to the Queen Mary 2 in Brooklyn Harbor on August 28.  It seems unreal.  There are too many bags, it all weighs too much, and somehow we’ll make it work.

Linda is moving in today; will she master the art of the tractor? of the TV remotes? of the irrigation system?  Well – Linda is a master of the art of building community, and there’s no doubt she will love our home as we do and bring together friends and neighbors to fill the place with joy and liveliness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

France seems so far away in the midst of the realities of travel across the western deserts. Yesterday it was about 115 degrees F. as we approached Las Vegas.  Cars tires were shredding in the heat, and engines overheating. We found a wonderful respite in St. George, UT at The Seven Wives Inn, with a little cottage of our own and chickens in the yard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today we made our way through Zion National Park, spectacular mesas, checkerboard & honeycomb rock formations, and moved all day through deep red, magenta, mauve, and ochre sandstone cliffs. Late in the day huge thunderhead clouds moved in from all directions. We beat them in to Grand Junction, CO and collapsed in a road-weary state in a Super 8 motel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow on to Boulder, CO and a birthday celebration for my sister, Robin, together with Gary her husband and my nephew Scott and his wife Sarah. From this point on we’ll be with family, both mine and Ken’s all the way until sailing time.