Several years ago, a dear friend of Joelle’s gifted her an entire furniture set (I’ll let her describe it in the comments). The problem was that it was coming from a house in Flagstaff, so it has been sitting in storage for quite some time. So today, I took a U-Haul up to their house, loaded it up, and drove it back.
Central Arizona does a really good job of fooling people during the winter months into thinking it is actually habitable. It was 65-70 with clear blue skies all day, none of the bullshit weekend traffic, and just a really pleasant drive.
For most of the trip you simply take 17 north, and on a couple sections of the interstate they have donkey crossing signs like this:
This is my third time I have been on this stretch of road, and no wild donkey sightings yet. I’ve got my fingers crossed. You’d think they would sense the presence of a monumental jackass like myself and want to come pay homage, but you would be wrong. Also, the saguaro forests are amazing. Can you imagine being on mushrooms under the stars and thinking all those cacti were people? No? Well, that’s what I thought about while driving through it today.
On the way back home, I stopped at the Black Canyon pie shoppe, which is apparently legendary (I think Suzanne mentioned them in one of these here threads), and I picked up a key lime pie. I’ve basically been waiting all day, marshaling all of my self control to not eat the whole thing, and after I post this I am gonna go hose myself off in the shower and cool down, sit on the couch, and have a big ole piece of pie.