Willcox AZ

The view out our window.  Time to bring out the shorts and stow away the coats.  

We provided a little entertainment for our neighbors this morning.  After I directed the car back to line up with the trailer so we could hitch up, I walked up by the driver's side of the car just as John opened his door while looking elsewhere.  The door hit me and sent me stumbling.  While trying to get my balance, I tripped over a metal marker set in the grass and fell down.  John, at that point, looked over and saw me lying on the ground.  He came running panicky with cries of what happened, are you okay.  I was more embarrassed than anything and it took a bit for me to get him to calm down.  I could just imagine someone looking out their window at that point to see two old people cavorting in the grass.

This is the land where the speed limit in safety zones is 75 mph - as though we would dare to drive that fast pulling a trailer.  Also the occasional border patrol checkpoint.  They never smile.

Guess the Colts won't be going to the Super Bowl this year.  Bummer.