A mummy-hand holding, (former) biker gang affiliating, hippie influenced semi crunchy granola mom's ramblings and reminisings on an off-kilter life
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The Pig on Route 66 and, Its a dry heat
the blur under the door is our cat on the way to boarding
We have our RV fixed. His name is Muscular Hedgehog aka The Pig. We will be taking Route 66 to Flagstaff, as songs about Rt 66, Oceanfront property in AZ etc buzz in my head. We have the a/c off as we go up a hill, and it is 100 out. I recall my own "back in my day" story of non-stop trips to Oregon, in August, through the Mojave Deserr and Death Valley, me in a truck jumpseat and the heat, oh the heat. My dad refused to use the a/c EVER so I recall sweltering stuffy sideways cramped drives in 110 degree heat. But, you know, its a dry heat. That excuse works until it is 110. Reminds me of my first concert, Grateful Dead (totally not my choice, my mom and aunt made me go) in Vegas. It was 120 degrees. The occasional light breeze felt like opening the broiler.
Anyways, we have until dusk to go through the desert, and I best go reserve our campsites. Prayers please,at vacation attempt number 2