But, the other day, we found that our trip required us to drive much slower. It also required us to pack a bit more than we usually do. Although we always pack too many clothes, shoes, and reading material for our trip, this time we really got carried away. We packed a lot. And we got help from friends, family, co-workers, and people we go to church with.
Those who were helping us didn't care a bit that it was 106 degrees outside and we had the air conditioner on. They just left the doors opened and went about their merry way doing whatever they wanted. They would pick up random things to pack. Things like a TV, or a bed, or a box of green beans. Those great people just didn't seem too picky.
My daughter, her husband and our 2 most precious grandkids were helping us pack. Somehow, they seemed to pack slower than the other helpers. I got the feeling they really didn't want to help us do the packing. It seemed a little harder for them than the other people who were packing our stuff.
One of the first things you will see is the splattered bugs on the windshield. I always know when I am not in Arizona by my windshield. In a great big truck, with a "Mom's Attic" over the cab of the great big truck, with big orange lettering on the side that says something to indicate we have loaded and are driving "stuff" we have loaded by ourselves, well, the windshield catches many many many bugs. Some might have been butterflies, or flying aunts, or nats, or bees. But, whatever they "were", they don't have the guts to hit the windshield again!
So, I tried to focus on things that
a) wouldn't make you car sick and be blurry
b) show bug guts in every single photo
This country looks different everytime I drive on this road. Every season is something different. In the fall the sagebrush flowers in bright yellow clusters. The cedar trees are a darker green, as they prepare for winter to come. The road has less traffic in the fall, as the children are back in school and summer vacations are over for most people. The mountains are preparing for the snow which will soon cover them.
These photos are from a little stretch on Highway 20. I love this road. We leave Interstate 17 and cross on the 20 to meet Interstate 15. That is the interstate we stay on. (Earlier this summer I drove from San Diego, California on Interstate 15 all the way to Idaho Falls, Idaho......in one day!) Interstate 15 is very familiar to me. Today, it feels a little bit like home.
Highway 20 is taking us to Interstate 15, which is taking us home.