Quite to our surprise, we changed times yesterday. Who knew Arizona opted to stay on standard time instead of changing with the rest of the world to daylight savings time. Yesterday seemed to have no end as we gained an hour. Gene and I were both pretty tired from 2 days of travel plus that dreadful day at Camping World. We managed to stay up until 8, I think. Peanut doesn’t sleep when in his carrier, so he was in worse shape than us. When we left to go out to dinner last night, he was already sawing logs on the sofa.
Best views we've had in months. That rig is checking in. |
He got his nap out about 4:30 this morning. Normally, he and I get up at 5, so that wasn’t too much earlier. He had slept about 12 hours straight and was desperate for some breakfast. The only real problem with this was that here it was really 3:30 and I wasn’t quite finished with my nap. He can be pretty persistent and he’s not one to be up in the morning by himself, so I drug myself out of bed. I had spent some time in quiet devotion, checked my email, caught up on all my correspondence, done several brown belt sudoku puzzles, made a list of things to do today, and drank all my coffee by 5:45. Gene got his shower while I fixed breakfast and we still had to wait for the grocery to open before we could do our shopping.
Peanut is pushing anything and everything on the counters onto the floor trying to persuade me to give him his supper. Whether he likes it or not, he is switching to Mountain Standard time today.
We got our grocery shopping done early and I have just piddled around cleaning a few things and still rearranging cabinets. Gene has sanitized our fresh water holding tank. He went up on the roof for something and found a gouge out of the caulking around the front end cap. He had to make a trip to Flagstaff to purchase the appropriate stuff to make the repair.
There are some real special rigs here. |
The interior roads and all the sites are covered in what appears to be red lava cinders. It’s kinda like coal cinders only red. Weird stuff. Where it has been driven on, it is crushed to a fine powder. Everywhere else it is in lumps and very difficult to walk on. There are huge concrete picnic tables at every site. It is nice to have a picnic table, but it is also nice to be able to move it around to suit your needs. There is no moving these tables. The interstate is just 650 feet from the campground, however, about the only thing we here are the Harleys. It is remarkably quiet. There is cable TV and the free WiFi is adequate.
We have a fantastic view of the mountains out our window, so who cares about the rest of the campground. Life is good!
We got a glimpse of Williams last night and were eager to do some further investigating. Located on Historic Route 66, this seems to be a “happenin’” place. We’ll see what Williams is all about tomorrow.
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