When I was in college, I remember riding bikes from Flagstaff to Sedona with my friend Mike.
And so we found ourselves moving out of the Dollhouse with 12 inches of snow on the ground. Sheena, can you do anything about that? I can’t do anything about that either.
As the snow falls at home, the deserts of Northern Mexico are entering their prime season, so December it is. We spent the last couple of weeks packing boxes and moving them onto a flatbed trailer parked in the barn. We completed the boxing operation on Friday night. Now the Dollhouse is bleak, dirty, and without a bed, and we’ll still be living there for another week.
On Friday night we also had our going away party. We’ve lived in Flagstaff for over 10 years, and have come to know some really great people. Getting together with these characters is one of the things we’ll miss most. I’m sure the next few years will fly by and we’ll meet a lot of wonderful people out there, but it still feels like we were saying goodbye to family.
On Saturday morning we finished loading the trailer and headed for my grandpa’s house in Chino Valley where we’ll be storing our things while we’re gone.
In my first blog entry I mentioned that Richard and Amanda Ligato were an inspiration for our trip. I found it interesting that after two years on the road in Mexico, Central America, South America, and Africa, they were never the victims of any theft or other crime. They returned to America with a renewed faith in their fellow man, only to find that their storage unit had been broken into while they were gone, and many of their valuables were stolen. In an effort to avoid a similar fate, we chose to store our things with my grandfather, who is a level-one badass.
A highly decorated veteran of World War II, Vietnam, and the Korean War, he’s well accustomed to honing in on the enemy and cutting loose with his cannons. And he has a DeLorean like Michael J. Fox. He may look like a geezer, but he packs a mean punch. Go tell your friends.
To round out our seemingly eventless weekend, we drove out to a remote ranch in the middle of Nowheresville, Arizona on Saturday night to spend the remainder of the weekend bidding ado to my dad and stepmom. After a highly muddy backcountry tour on the 4-wheelers, some incredible food, and some very muddy roads, we were back on the road to Flagstaff on Monday morning.
And so it begins, our last week in Flagstaff. Getting a little queasy now, and everything is moving fast. Like we’re being gained on by a soccer dad with a death wish.