Drove her to Prescott Wednesday. Stayed at the Lynx Creek Farm b&b for the fifth or sixth and last time. Nice thundershower about 4:30 bestowed 6/10", per the Farm's owner. She and I went into town for the compulsory casino visit, but both Buckyses were so smoky my eyes started stinging just standing there watching herself skulk the room, looking for Unicorn and some other nickel machine.
Back to our digs and a try at the hot tub, which I've always avoided before. A few hot toddies and I'm ready for the plunge. Axshully, I eased in at a glacial pace. This was not a hot tub. This was a scrotum scorcher. Never again. I've promised my boys.
Hiked and read on Thursday - Dan Brown's Angels & Demons, much better though basically the same book as DaVinci Code. Now I must go to Rome and look at all the obeliskses.
Friday morning, up and off to the South Rim. Rained intensely as we approached, the temp dropping to 61. My date was dampish cold, took a five minute look over the edge and pronounced herself ready to return to the warmer climes. The Quality Inn Suites suite we'd booked was scummy - crud on the windows, no view, lights didn't work, toi-toi didn't flush, and the bathtub dripped non-stop. So we came home.
Notably, I drove the speed limit this entire 550 mile trip; didn't even plug the radar detector in. Result: 19.3 mpg from the big red truck. Truly amazing. Managed to stay on limit despite repeated heckling from the passenger side. Ungenerous references to "Gomers" and "Are we going backwards?" and hiding her face when she sees a car she thinks she recognizes. Always has been a bad influence, likely always will be.
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::sigh:: thanks for the imagery in the second paragraph, dad. I just threw up in my mouth.
And now the more pressing question becomes, what did you do with that vomit? I bet you swallowed it back down like rotten soup, didn't you, you sicko. Ha.
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