Escape From Kanab

We finally escaped the sedating effect of Kanab at either 8 or 9 this morning. We’re not sure which is true because Waze took us back to Arizona, instead of North, when I programed her for Hill AFB in Ogden, Utah. So we circled around a bit, switching back and forth between Pacific and Mountain time. Very confusing and made me blink a lot.

Ultimately, however, things leveled out, I became more aware of my surroundings. I suspect the reason for that is because the landscape began to attain a tinge of green. The change was so subtle that it was almost like an illusion. By the time we made it to Hurricane, Utah there were actually trees and the telephone signal gained a bunch of bars, becoming a very solid 4G presence. All of our eletronical devices became happy clams. Once again we could communicate.

Sadly, about 20 miles before that happened, I called brother Jim seeking permission to transit the Utah/Idaho border at some point tomorrow. He wanted a specific time but I couldn’t comply, not knowing what tomorrow might bring. Then, as luck would have it, the signal was either lost or Jim hung up. Either way the all was terminated. He was at Burger King participating in his Tuesday Coffee Clash so I suspect he hung up. So, we are in jeopardy of violating some sort of idahoian law tomorrow the punishment for which we do not know. It could be bad.

When we escaped from Kanab we began a quest to find a Starbucks so we could obtain invigorating refreshment. It quickly became apparent that Utah doesn’t allow these popular stores inside their city limits, only on freeways, and in the wrong direction. Consequently, the only caffeine we’ve had today was from the pump pot at the hotel. Diane said it wasn’t bad, but 50% of us didn’t agree. Perhaps when reach the boundaries of a larger metropolis there will be solace in the form of a Venti White Chocolate Mocha No Whip (VWCMNW).

Shortly before we got to Hurricane, an old guy on a Harley made a dedicated attempt to demonstrate how the gene pool is maintained in a manner that only allows relatively intelligent folks to breed. We were on a two lane road and he chose to pass when some very large vehicles were coming our direction at a combined closing speed of 120 mph. Had Diane moved a couple of inches to the left there would have been some serious skid marks on the pavement as he didn’t leave his lane and barely missed the front bumper when he chose to position himself in our lane. Exciting.

Glory Hallelujah!! Cedar City, Utah has a Starbucks. We’re stopping and I’m done here.

Labor Day

So, it’s another Labor Day Weekend – that’s LDW, not to be confused with LDS which isn’t a day of the week, at all, but related to a specific day of the week.

As I tippity type, we’re roaring down Highway 30 toward Portland, then on to I-84 with a semi-ultimate destination of Hood River where we will meet up with Bill & Carolyn who will guide us across the Mighty Columbia River (MCR), through White Salmon, Washington to Terry & Lisa’s farm in the woods near the foot of Mr. Adams. We’re going there for their annual picnic to feed the bees. A gala event.

We stopped to pick up Jean, Diane’s Mom, Carolyn’s sister, so, like normal, I’m in the back seat surrounded by all the toys that I could fit into my computer and camera bag. I’m good back here. The women, as older women tend to do, talk non-stop so having them both up front facilitates that process of communication and allows me to do whatever I want. Here, all alone, in the back seat, as if I just don’t exist. Oh, once in a while one of them will toss me a token question to let me know they know I’m back here. All alone …

In order to participate in this gathering, I was forced, at the point of a potato peeler, to make my World Famous Potato Salad (WFPS) as an offering to the picnic god, and whatever bees choose to participate.

Right now we’re passing through the Lintton industrial area, site of a long ago world’s fair, now home to hundreds of fuel tanks, warehouses, about 1700 miles of railroad tracks, thousands of containers, and a McDonalds. Oh!, and a Starbucks.

Yesterday, to kick off the weekend, Diane made me work in the yard all day. Most of the time was used to clean a few year’s worth of gangly weeds from the area next to the garage. One weed was world class, about 7 feet tall. Now they are all gone to the burn pile. It’s good to have that cleaned off because it’s the source of dirt I need to level out the area over our septic tank where the fire pit is going to be located. Regarding that, I’m toying with the idea of using natural gas instead of wood for the fire pit since, like, the source is right there, you know? But, I probably won’t because I don’t want the septic tank to explode. Something to ponder …

Another task yesterday was to load all the plaster, that I removed from the closet while fixing Diane’s bath tub drain, into my old truck and take it to the dump. Cost me $20. During that evolution I determined that the truck’s engine is only running on about 6 cylinders so 2 of them are just pushing gas out the exhaust pipe. Guess I’ll have to fix that one of these days. I’d do it soon, but I just spent a long time changing plugs, and other stuff, so do’t want to rush into it.

Now I’m going to quit because we’re on I-84, heading east, and I need to hang on.