115+: Day 3

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I’m spending a lot of time indoors with my friend “Dug” waiting for the sun to go down. We’ve had three straight record-setting days at or above 115 degrees. I’m waiting to see if record low temperatures will ever happen again?


Double Duty

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I’m pullin’ double duty today.

First, I’m busy surveying storm damage from last night’s haboob / thunderstorm. More on that in a moment.

My main job today is taking care of Mom, who had gall bladder surgery this morning.


I’m busy nursing her back into being an active member of the human race … which isn’t easy after Mom’s been pumped full of a truckload of narcotics, #amirite? But she’s improving this afternoon as she begins to heal, and I’m angry as h*ck that I can’t sit on her lap.

The rest of the day has been spent surveying storm damage.


It all started when the weather person on TV told us we were all going to die unless we stayed indoors …


I told Dad I wanted to see what was going to happen for myself. He showed me what was happening out the window.


Then I REALLY wanted to see what was happening!


Yeah, I’m about to pull a full 180 maneuver here because this is what I saw next:


Needless to say, my over-sized frame really ate up the ground between the street and our driveway … we were safe, we didn’t die, and I’m here to pull double-duty today. Not a bad way to spend a random Tuesday in July. And with more storms on the horizon this afternoon, this storm chasing job could lead to full-time employment!

How Long?

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Well, it certainly has warmed up around here.



Oh look, it is supposed to cool off all the way to 98 degrees by Midnight … how refreshing, #amirite?

So I asked Dad a few questions about when the weather is expected to improve.


Nothing To Do

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Well, I’m no longer trapped in a tin can, driving 6,200 miles in 33 days. Our typical Summer trip historically spanned about 5,000 miles, so we really tacked-on the distance for this trip. But now I have nothing to do. I think it is more fun to have nothing to do while riding in a tin can.

And lemme tell ya, on the final day of the trip, we traversed the most desolate area of our Country imaginable. The locals call it “US-160”.


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I’m told that the worker with the stop sign drives 133 miles each way to work each day.

Heck, I began to yearn for the good ‘ole times when we’d stop for diesel.


Mom spent a bit of time at Mesa Verde … next time, if we ever take that God-Forsaken US-160 again, Mom wants to actually go visit the cliff dwellings. In lieu of that on this trip, she was banned to the Visitor’s Center.


Speaking of banned, we arrived at the FOUR CORNERS … the place where Arizona, Utah, New Mexico, and Colorado all meet at one point. I wasn’t allowed in (#again). I was not aware how “pet-ist” our country truly is.


We’re told to love our neighbors and to love our enemies, so if somebody wants to keep me out, I’ll send ’em love, #amirite?

That’s our trip, right there, in a nutshell. Thirty-three days away from home. Dear family, dear friends, and an orgy of food enjoyed by Mom and Dad. Dad said he lost 4 pounds on the trip, so take THAT Mediterranean Diet purveyors!

Mom and Dad were so happy with the performance of the RV that they promised me there would be new adventures in the short-term. And that’s a good thing, because it was 111 degrees on Friday and 109 degrees yesterday. Today it was a chilly 103 degrees, cool enough that I could even spend a lot of time outside this morning. For the rest of the day, I really had nothing to do. I’m looking forward to the next trip, truly I am.

Thank you for following along for the past five weeks. It was a wild “ride”, was it not?