I was able to finally shake off that fit of “woe is me” and “am
I there yet” as soon as I had the travel plans out of Salt Lake taken care of. They’d been up in the air and right up until
the night of the 13th I wasn’t sure when I was leaving, how I was
leaving, where I was going, etc. Not
knowing makes me cranky. I don’t know
what it is about me: I can be incredibly spontaneous but I get antsy if there
isn’t some sort of Plan to follow.
And by “Plan” I mean something as easy as “Hey, there’s a
cheap flight to Barbados leaving in 30 minutes, let’s go; you call the cat
sitter and I’ll start the car.” See
that? The hypothetical Plan was to start
the car and go. Happiness is a decision
in my book.
Anywho, I found myself headed back to the southwest! By a sheer stroke of good luck I have a
friend who bought a car in Tucson AZ and needed to get it back to Virginia . .
. and there I was, still bummed about missing the southwest because of the
hurricane a few weeks ago and working on my route home from Utah.
Yes, it’s true: I live a charmed life.
The only downside is that I don’t have time to really explore
since I’ve got about 3 days to get from Arizona to Ohio. I’ll have a few hours here, a few hours there
. . . and a lot of photos taken from the car at 80 miles per hour. Ha!
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