The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure.-Thornton Wilder
The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Friday, September 21, 2012
We are in the deserts of Arizona, familiar territory, so we must be getting close to home.
Here Sinbad is admiring the desert sunset.
These fellows are in the foot-well right above Sinbad's head. They have been there since Iowa? Kansas? I don't remember when. Quite a few miles at least.
But this is a new one I just noticed last night. That is the vent for the hot water heater on the side.
Like Pete Kibble, there is a grasshopper hopping around on one leg somewhere in the mid-west.
Thank you everyone who's been following along on our journey. But it is not over by any means. I have lots of pictures to share and stories to tell for some time.