Land Ho!

Well, this is it. Almost home. And just when we thought we'd come back unscathed--7 weeks and 7,000 miles without something serious happening--we rolled the trailer.

Nah, we didn't. But something unexpected did take place on our last travel day, Saturday, April 18.

We discovered the "mishap" at a truck stop west of Las Cruces where we pulled over for a bite to eat.

Lo and behold...a disaster!

Somewhere on I-10 between leaving Las Cruces and arriving at the truck stop, the kitchen cabinet (there's only one) had flown open and out flew our "unbreakable" Corian plates, bowls and saucers.

Almost every one of them shattered.

Latches had come loose--we didn't realize how loose--the door opened and you know what happened next. In the meantime, a sturdy rubber band holds the cabinet shut.

Paul's convinced the ghost of Ronald Reagan had something to do with this. Punishment for his endless vitriol against Republicans.

Ho-hum. Daisy Dog takes it in stride. We didn't.

After cleanup, we were on the move again, back to sun-filled Arizona and 90-degree temperatures. Dry heat. It does make a difference.

Back to my beloved rocks, cactus, bugs and snakes.

This little trailer (the tiny one between the two behemoths) has served us well, considering the length of the trip and the non-stop beating it (and we) took rolling down the highway.

Rolling up to the house in Green Valley, south of Tucson.

All this room makes me nervous so we're moving... into the closet. That's more like it.

Getting ready to put this blog to rest, for now.

Daisy surveys her realm. She's been acting up since we returned. We really think she misses being on the road.

And so does Paul. So we'll be off again, probably by late May for the Pacific Northwest, along the California, Oregon and Washington coasts. That ought to be fun--six weeks of non-stop rain and drizzle.