Not that old.
I’ve arrived in Phoenix and had lunch with a dear friend who will be joining me for the trek to the Grand Canyon. She’s an amazing person—taught me how to be a pilot (fixed wing) while working with her many years ago.
Fearless, it’s no wonder she’s willing to risk a long drive in an old minivan with a crazed retiree exploring the west!
There’s only one original tire on the Sienna now so, I think we have a pretty good chance of making the Phoenix-Canyon round trip without a hitch. I hope I’m not jinxing it by saying this!
Oh, these poor people with jobs!
Man, it’s a huge undertaking to make a bed in a vehicle that has access only through the driver’s and side doors (I needed a nap after wrestling with it!).
Honestly, I almost don’t know how to sleep without the fight to avoid freezing to death. But, an overnight low of 42º feels like a summer day—compared to, oh, 25 below zero! So, after a brief rest, it’s back to the highways and byways—and the giant trench called they call “Grand Canyon.”
Happy trails my friends!