Now you are singing Sheryl Crow, huh? You’re welcome. It’s a good song.
We are home! Some 2700 miles and five days of solid driving, we arrived in Arizona last night to a steak dinner prepared by our hosts. D headed back to the airport this morning, bound for the East Coast. Nelson and I started unpacking. Tomorrow I begin my new career — and I am a fair mix of nerves and excitement.
The drive was charming. Pennsylvania and Indiana blended together on I-80; the pines tall and emerald green. The horizon was out of sight, one green rolling hill after another. Illinois was exciting because of a stop with friends in a suburb of Chicago. Iowa became a patchwork of corn fields, fading red barns, and silver silos reaching for the heavens. Nebraska was another stop with dear friends who welcomed us to their farm house for the night. And then, on to I-76, where after another 5 hours we came over a hill to see the distant, still snow-capped Rockies.
I wept. The horizon opened. White puffy clouds filled the blue sky. My head thumped from the altitude. A night in Denver with family was spent enjoying much missed excellent Mexican food and great laughter. The next morning, we were off on I-25 to the Sandia Mountains of Albuquerque, where another home full of love waited for our arrival. Our trip coordinated beautifully with a surprise birthday party for family friends at yet another great Mexican restaurant.
And then, on I-40, we made our way to northern Arizona, down the Mogollon Rim, through the pines and the brush, over the boulders, past the spray of Fountain Hills to the dry, dusty Valley of the Sun. Home.
With a sense of comfort and knowing all will be well, I am so happy to be in Phoenix. Now, off to prepare for a mighty week.
P.S. Nelson is adjusting. He will go swimming for the first time tonight, and I’m having his hair cut super short this week. He’s currently laying spread eagle on tile floor.