Rolling, rolling, rolling. We started out at 5:15am from home. David wanted to be out of the desert before it would be to hot. So we started going east. But once we got to El Cajon it just went up the hill and our huge rig and pulling the car slowed us down to a measly 40 mi/hr speed. Then came desert......, then high desert....., boring, boring. I was so tired and still a bit sick so slept most of the way! David went on like the Energizing Bunny. Trina was glued to the coach. We drove about 13 hours stopping at a small town called Wislow about 30 miles past Flagstaff, Arizona. It was freezing cold with an occasional snow flurry and the radio warned that the temperature would drop to about 26 degree. The emergency broadcast buzzed into David's radio talk show warning of extreme temperatures.
Well we found in the dark a RV park and hooked up just to find out that the heater didn't work. Thanks good we had a portable little heater with us and after hooking up had it blasting on full power which got the rig heated up to a cozy 42 degree! Thanks god we were tired and got into our flannel sheet covered bed and stayed reasonably warm while Trina was all swaddled up sleeping in my microfleeze robe.
could you throw a rock from end to end in Winslow as in the song?
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