Seconds on Desert

Today was another helluva driving day, punctuated by....eh, mostly unpunctuated. It was scrub desert, which is beautiful in an awful way. We amused ourselves arguing over how far the next mountains we could see were, proving that I have no depth perception at ALL (the old thing abut women, y'know.)  Everything looked about a mile away to me, but turned out to be twenty. (But it was actually nineteen, not twenty, so he wasn't right EITHER, so there.)

We took a break at...at...Needles, it was, down at a boat park on the Colorado River.  Jet skis and power boats and families with shade canopies, cooling their watermelons in the river.  I went wading, but forgot to try out the swing set before we left. Swings are cooling when it's 100 degrees.

Another road break in kitschy Seligman, to visit the Sundries Store and get a mocha and stretch our legs.  Enjoyed the group of British tourists buying Route 66 t-shirts, totes, mugs, and so on.

And then on down the road to Flagstaff, where we checked into the Sleep Inn (we were booked into the wonderful Weatherford downtown, but they didn't get their renovations done in time. We did stop by and they let us into the lobby to see the beautiful wooden staircases, chandelier, stamped tin ceiling, and so on.  I still want to stay there sometime.)

Had good barbecue in an obscure place I'd found on the Internets - in the basement, behind and under a clothing store - admired their Koi pond, found a beautiful church with gargoyles, and came back to the hotel to sit in the spa. And that was that.

Well, not quite that.  The car may or may not be operating perfectly hybridly. So there was a touch of Car Stress, and a serious what-if session while we sat in the spa.  I'm thinking it's all going to be fine, but if it isn't, we'll figure it out!