Craig had mentioned he wanted to stop in Winslow but as the day was getting longer and we were still over 2 hours from Prescott, I was surprised when we exited at Winslow. The entrance from the east was pretty dismal – mostly closed businesses. I was pleasantly surprised when we hit the small downtown and it appeared vibrant, fully embracing the fame the song has brought to them. It was sunset and there were just a few people still taking photos.
We filled up with gas and fully intended that Winslow would be our last stop, but as luck would have it the gas station’s bathrooms were flooded. There was a Rest Area a few miles down the road built amongst the big rocks. They don’t make rest areas like this in the midwest.
Susan’s new home is absolutely perfect for her. She is in a cul-de-sac of duplexes that are mainly occupied by single older women. It is QUIET. A dramatic difference from her recent residence in Lafayette. Susan’s move was planned and executed in 4 weeks which was a very fast timeline for anyone. I asked her Thursday if she had any regrets and she said “only that I didn’t do this sooner”.
The contents of the truck were exactly as Craig had expertly packed it. Unloading took 90 minutes. Craig hit a wall after we the heaviest pieces were unload. Fortunately the recliner was easily accessible. After resting and hydrating, he was able to construct the shelves. The truck was empty, the crew is happy and the bed is set up. The afternoon was one long nap.
Tamara Unleashed 