Sometime before the show in Sausalito was set up it was decided that due to my tight schedule, (I have another show, this time in Kansas City, in less than 3 weeks), that it would be best if Scott and I flew home before the Epic Journey had officially ended.
There were no hard feelings, and this will give David a little time to explore on his own. Especially important, as he is actually considering buying a small motorhome and going on another trip. He dropped Scott and I off on the Strip in Las Vegas. Scott had re taped the Kleenex box and other important things down throughout the motorhome, and left David the left over roll of tape so he could continue the tradition.
But I did worry about how I was going to either finish up, or carry on with this blog. Then David's emails started to arrive. Slightly edited for clarity...
From my perspective.
I awoke this morning in the middle of the desert not even knowing in which state I've parked this thing. The dog is definitely not a desert dog because she refuses to go do her business in anything but grass. Finally after two days she found a small patch of leaves and relieved herself.Becca called to tell me she had attempted to back the Chickie-mobile (this was David and Jennifer's Honda, Becca flew back to Atlanta for yet another job interview) out of the drive. But instead of being in reverse had it in drive and promptly drove into the side of the garage.
Finally she transferred me to another agent who after a brief conversation asked me if there was anything else they could do for me. My response was hire people in America instead of India; he said she was in Malaysia. That really made my day. After 30 years I may not use AMX again.
Then this one arrived at about 2am Eastern Standard time, or 11pm wherever David was...
It sure is quiet in here, no f bombs, no complaints about my driving from Mitzi and no cussing at the GPS.I drove from Lake Mead over to Zion Canyon then on to the Grand Canyon. The drive through Zion Canyon was spectacular. A drive that Scott would have appreciated since it was at least as windy and narrow as the road we took into Yellowstone where Scott declared his fear of heights and could not abide my driving.
I think we may have more than one humorous writer in the family. More soon.