AZ Travels

Kyson was kind enough to head up to Washington to drive with me back to Arizona. I would have flown, but Elsie is scared to fly. That is probably why she trys to take down birds every chance she gets. The drive was not too bad when we were out of cell range and Kyson unplugged him self from his cell addiction. Really though, it was nice for him to still be able to handle the business he needed to, or I would have been driving alone. We especially had fun on the Rez trying to get Elsie to "do her business" as Mom would say. Here is a shot of the weather on the Rez, just out of Chinle and our navigator.

Elsie has been enjoying Pinedale right up till Uncle Boyd accused her of tearing up his garbage every night. (HA, does this look like a dog that even knows what a dumpster is???) Finally today we figured out who was doing the garbage run every night. The Dumpster was totally caved in, had teeth mark punctures all the way through and had to be disassembled to get the lids out. Boyd fixed it up and then still decided that Elsie was to blame because he couldn't find any bear tracks around the dumpster. Except he forgot to mention that right on the lids were big bear paw smears. Then all he would say was, "it still could have been a really big dog".

Speaking of wild life, I had to go to San Diego for a few days and saw Ivanna Trump doing time at the Phoenix airport(I think it is part of her 18 hours of community service, don't you have to wear those vests when you pick up trash on the road as recompense for things like drunk driving?) and then when I landed I ran into Betty Broderick, which was a surprise because I thought she was still in prison. Looks like she soon will be again. (you kids can google the names if you don't know of whom I speak)