The Last Time Together Of All Mom & Dad's Children

When I woke up my phone this morning I saw that which you see above, sent by Spencer Jack's dad, my favorite nephew, Jason. Somewhere in my current abode is the hard copy version of this photo. Mom and dad included a framed version of such in a Christmas package a couple Christmases ago.

I believe the above photo documents the last time all my mom and dad's children were assembled at the same time. This was on Saturday, July 27, 2002, at the Lynden Fairgrounds in Lynden, Washington. We were all at this location to attend a Slotemaker-Jones family reunion, which was the biggest such family even in  Slotemaker-Jones family history.

That would be dad and mom sitting in front.  All my favorite nephews are in this photo. From the left we see nephews Joey and Jason, then Joey and Jason's temporary step-mom,  Jill, with their dad, my brother Jake's arm around Jill. Next we have my sister Jackie, standing next to her first husband, my favorite brother-in-law, Jack. Next to Jack is my sister Clancy, then me, in front of Jack and Jackie's first born, my nephew Christopher, then my little sister, Michele, with Christopher's little brother, Jeremy, on the far right.

A 2017 version of this photo, if one had been possible, would have included mom and dad's one and only great-grandson, Spencer Jack, along with nephews David and Theo, and my one and only niece, Ruby.

I should have gone to Arizona this past Christmas....

Early Morning Mount Wichita Volcano Ride With No Firecrackers

Soon after the first July Monday morning sun arrived, after being fueled by coffee, I opted to roll my wheels, and my handlebars, for a few miles to the west, to get myself an up close look at the Mount Wichita pseudo semi-volcano, which appears, here, to be erupting, with lava spewing from the volcano's crater, flowing down the south side of the volcano.

Or that may be an eroded trail to the top of the volcano, and not a lava spew.

For well over a year I have looked out my kitchen window whilst brewing my morning coffee to see a lot of Wichita Fallers out on the Circle Trail, with the majority in rolling their bike wheels mode, along with some joggers, skateboarders, stroller pushers and walkers.

With me back in bike riding mode this seemed like a good morning to join the throng on the Circle Trail.

Tomorrow, what with it being the 4th of July, the only thing I sort of know I am doing for sure, is going to downtown Wichita Falls to watch the 4th of July Parade.

I have been asked to go to Charlie in the afternoon for that little town's 4th of July celebration. Charlie is about 20 miles northeast of Wichita Falls, slightly south of the Red River, and Oklahoma. All I know about the Charlie 4th is it involves listening to music and consuming watermelon.

I have yet to hear a single firecracker cracking.

My old home zone in Washington was always like being in a war zone during the 4th of July period. Not that I have actually ever been in a war zone, but I imagine such to be like the explosiveness I used to experience this time of year at my location in Mount Vernon.

From my very first 4th of July in Texas, late in the last century, til the present, I have found Texas to be surprisingly quiet during the 4th of July period. I had expected Texas to be extremely noisy. I suppose a lot of the lack of Texas 4th of July noise is due to the lack of easy access to buying fireworks, what with there being only a couple Indian Reservations in Texas, where Washington has dozens of Indian Reservations selling fireworks.

And tobacco.

And operating casinos...

J.D. Granger Spews Trumpish Bridge Propaganda Exposed By Captain Andy

On the day of my return from a couple week escape from Texas, Elsie Hotpepper sent me a link to an article in the Fort Worth Business Press titled TRV bridge construction begins anew.

I read the article to find myself pretty much appalled and once again thinking to myself that the sad town of Fort Worth really does suffer from having no legitimate newspaper doing actual investigative journalism.

To recap, several years ago, with much explosive fanfare, the Trinity River Vision Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision had a big celebration to celebrate the start of construction of three simple little bridges which were to connect the Fort Worth mainland to an imaginary island.

I do not remember how long there was some constructive effort before the bridge building ground to an unexplained halt. A halt which was reported in what passes for a newspaper in Fort Worth, to be expected to last only a month. That month soon stretched to over a year.

No Fort Worth local news source seemed interested in finding out the reason for America's Biggest Boondoggle's bridge building problem.

And now in the Fort Worth Business Press we learn that building those bridges is supposedly once again underway.

However, Fort Worth's Captain Andy drove by the "construction" zone where activity was alleged to have resumed, to find that nothing is happening, at least such as what is visible to a passing eye. Maybe a microscope could detect some bridge building activity.

Captain Andy took a few photos of the bridge construction ghost town. But, before we get to those let us look at what J.D. Granger had to say about this embarrassing debacle in the article in the Fort Worth Business Press....

After being on hold for about a year, “the bridge cages here are well underway. We had a tough issue going on with the contractor who was making a lot of design claims and problems with it. Our team, the city of Fort Worth and TxDOT were saying ‘no it’s the way you’re building it,’” Granger said.

“We went ahead and did a [6 ft. tall, 8 ft. wide and 20 ft. long] mockup of it, we cut that section open and sure enough it showed the design was very good. So, with that the bridge contract is now going full speed once again,” he said.

Now, spend some time digesting the lunacy of what J.D. Granger is telling you in the above two paragraphs.

Bridge cages are well underway? What does that mean? They had a tough issue with the contractor who saw problems with the design? Which had J.D.'s team telling the contractor the problem was with the way the contractor was building it? And so J.D., and his team, built a mockup of the bridge piers, which they cut open to show the design was very good, which he claims has the bridge contract once again going full speed?

Going full speed ahead, except Captain Andy detected no sign of anything happening.

The FWBP article also claimed...

They expect to begin pouring concrete piers for the North Main bridge in mid-July, and plan to continue pouring one new pier every two weeks until all bridges are complete.

I have never understood how it is these pier forms, into which concrete is to be poured, are supposed to support a bridge deck. Were massive concrete foundations already in place under the piers? It looks like these piers are being built on the surface, with no foundation. How is a ditch dug under these bridges after they are already built?

So many questions, but never any answers.

And now Captain Andy's photo documentation of the current status of nothing actually happening with America's Biggest Boondoggle's bridge construction.

First off, the million dollar aluminum homage to a trash can, installed at the roundabout which is near the only one of the three bridges to get to any state of construction. This is among the locations where, years ago, the Trinity River Vision abused eminent domain to take property, and now years after that theft, pretty much nothing has been done with the property which was taken for a bogus ill-considered, badly planned, ineptly implemented flood control economic development project.

A drive by somewhat closeup look at one of the wooden pier forms looking no different than it has looked for years. After concrete is poured into these forms, supposedly a bridge deck will be added.

Below we see two even closer looks where nothing appears to have changed where J.D. Granger claims the Boondoggle's bridge building is now going full speed again. Claimed by Granger to be going full speed again when the bridge building has never gone full speed. Is Granger a fan of Trump? Is he emulating Trump's penchant for spewing falsehoods?

How is it that the Fort Worth Star-Telegram does not cover this debacle? Asking questions which need to be asked? Or editorializing that it is long past J.D. Granger's expiration date?

We surely now know the answer to that question asking what could go wrong with putting an unqualified son of a local congresswoman in charge of a public works project for which he had zero training. Was it really worth it, giving this boy this job, just to motivate his mama to secure federal funds to keep her offspring gainfully employed til he reaches retirement age?

And, if I have said it once, I have said it more than once, Fort Worth suffers due to the town not having any actual legitimate newspaper...

Jack Slotemaker: December 12,1930 - June 30,2017: A Very Special Dad & Grandpa

I woke up my phone this first morning of July to find a message from my sister Jackie...

"Sorry. 9:28-he's at peace."

Another message was from my sister Michele, which simply said "Found this on my phone".

The "this" to which Michele refers is the photo you see here, me, dad and mom. It took some thinking but I think this photo was taken a little over five years ago, soon after I touched down at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix, waiting for my checked in bags to arrive.

I am having trouble processing how we went from being so happy watching dad walk to his room, and making jokes and teasing so recently, to this.

When I checked email this morning the first message I saw was from my dad's first grandson, Spencer Jack's dad, my brother Jake's eldest son, Jason.

The subject line of Jason's email was A Very Special Dad & Grandpa.

Uncle Dean,

I received late news tonight of your dad's passing.  Lot of emotions and thoughts.  My initial thoughts of your dad, my grandpa, is that I cannot think of a more patient, humble, kind and loving man.

As I digest the news of my first grand parent passing, I thought I'd share the photo you see here, plus the following text (a chapter from a draft of my own dad's book on his childhood):

Dad worked a laborers job Monday thru Friday, with the weekends and a one paid week vacation off a year. He’d leave his work at work. His job was a means to provide for his family, nothing more. It was not a career. There was no chance of advancement. It was just a job, a job at a small town milk processing plant. If there was ever a complaint regarding his work, we never heard it.

Mom and Dad’s day began with a 3:30 a.m. alarm clock awakening. Our kitchen/dining room was one large room with a door separating the living room and a door separating the kitchen and hall leading to the bedrooms. Mom would get up with Dad to make his breakfast and lunch and they’d close the normally open hall and living room doors to keep any noise level at its lowest level so we could stay asleep.  Mom would go back to bed after Dad left for work and would be up again to get us off to school. Dad punched in at 4:30 a.m. and was back home by 1:30 p.m. Afternoons and weekends were his to... (And it goes without saying Mom had a part in all of this.) Were his to…….

….build a float for the Berry Dairy Days parade.
….coach Little League and Babe Ruth baseball teams.
….just play catch along side of the house.
….take us camping, and camping, and camping.
….visit the Grandmas and one Grandpa until he died. The Grandmas lived within three blocks of each other in Lynden. Fun Grandma Vera who consumed alcoholic beverages and smoked cigarettes, (she quit both vices later in life), and religious Grandma Slotemaker who read the Bible daily.
….take us fishing, plunking from shore on the Skagit river.
….take us salt water fishing for salmon, cod, and halibut in the waters of the Puget Sound.
….go digging for horse clams and wading for Dungeness crabs on the tide flats of 
an island named Samish at the south end of Bellingham bay.
….take us to experience the beauty of Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, Grand Teton National Park and Craters of the Moon National Park in Idaho, Crater Lake National Park in southern Oregon, Redwoods National Park in northern California, and Olympic National Park in Washington, and also to play in the snow of what is now North Cascades National Park while searching for the perfect Christmas tree.
….take us to see the Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman’s Wharf, the Cable cars, and Lombard Street. The Tar Pits in downtown Los Angeles, and the Ambassador Hotel two weeks following the assassination of Senator Robert Kennedy who had just won the California Democratic primary
….take us to San Diego to Sea World and then across the border to Tijuana to barter for trinkets.
….take us to the coastal tide flats of the Pacific Ocean to dig Razor clams.
….take us to experience the light show illuminating the waters of the Columbia River cascading over the Grand Coulee Dam in eastern Washington while on a camping trip to Sun Lakes State Park.” Roll on Columbia roll on.”
…. take us to the 1962 Worlds Fair in Seattle to shake hands with astronaut John Glenn who had just finished his February 20, Friendship 7 mission of orbiting the earth three times.
….take us to meet LBJ at the Peace Arch in Blaine
….teach us the value of money and hard work
….take us Easter egg hunting.
….teach us to be respectful of our elders.
….teach us to owe up to our mistakes.
…. attend every school event.
….be home every night for dinner.
….build a foosball table in the garage using plywood and wood dowels, because buying new in the store was too expensive.
….build a rocking horse in our backyard using an old bike frame and coil car spring bought from Larry’s Auto Wrecking. We had played on a fiberglass shaped horse at a park in Everett and Dad saw how much fun it was for us.
….teach us to drive so we could pass our drivers test the day we turned 16.
….take us trick or treating until we all had at least one paper grocery bag full of candy.
….have an extra paper grocery bag (paper or plastic was not an option) to replace the grass soaked bag whose bottom fell out.
…. be there for you no matter what.
….love you and your better half.

Hope all is well with you, and I'm glad you ventured to see him.  - Jason.

Spencer Jack's Dad Asking What The Point Is In Las Vegas

When I woke up my phone this morning among the text messages were three from Spencer Jack's dad, my favorite nephew, Jason.

The three text messages included two photos, which Jason said had been sent to him by Spencer Jack's uncle, my favorite nephew, Joey.

Jason indicated he had no memory of when these photos were taken,  but guessed that the first one you see here was taken atop the Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas.

Jason wondered if, due to my youthful appearance in this photo, that he and his brother had taken me to Vegas to celebrate my 21st birthday.

Well, on my 21st birthday, if I remember right, the arrival of nephews on the planet was a few years into the future.

I do not know how Jason managed to forget  that during August of 1998, months before I moved to Texas, Jason and Joey flew me to Las Vegas for four days, staying at Excalibur.

This trip to Vegas was documented via a webpage, years ago, titled, if memory serves, Nephews in Vegas.

That webpage documentation documented, in detail, the troubling incident which found us stranded for hours atop the Stratosphere Tower, waiting for electricity to be restored. It was well over 100 degrees, which soon had the Stratosphere Tower interior heating up to an uncomfortable level. Eventually cooling libations were provided. When we finally were able to get back to ground level we were greeted by the casino's manager who comped us a buffet dinner after I told him we were starving after the lengthy ordeal.

The other photo which Joey sent Jason which Jason then sent me is that which you see below, which had Jason asking me if I remembered to what Joey and I are pointing.

Again, I am shocked Jason does not remember these type important details.

On the second day of our four days in Las Vegas we learned that on that day there was a chance that Death Valley would break its temperature record at the lowest location in the Western Hemisphere. A location in Death Valley called Badwater, a couple hundred feet below sea level.

The nephews were onboard with driving to extreme heat. We loaded up with plenty of liquid and headed west.

In Pahrump we stopped to get gas. Hovering overhead a billboard advertised Pahrump's Bordello Museum. The nephews thought going to the Pahrump Bordello Museum would be a good Nephews in Danger experience, but I nixed that idea, and so we continued west to begin the long descent into the Valley of Death.

Badwater was HOT, but several degrees short of the record. We continued on, eventually getting to that which Jason asked what Joey and I were pointing at.

It was Zabriskie Point to which we pointed.

The memory of being in Vegas with my two oldest nephews seems recent, but so much has happened, and changed since then. In 1998 I still had a house in Mount Vernon, Bill Clinton was president, 9/11 was just a date which occurred every year. Donald Trump was a sleazy philanderer.

And, apparently, I looked to be only 21....

Mom's Missing Nephew Photo Leads To Forgotten Photo Of Dad & Me

Over a week ago, sometime during the week which followed Father's Day, my mom had one of her something is missing episodes.

With this particular episode it was a framed photo on mom and dad's bedroom wall which had allegedly gone missing.

Mom said the picture is missing and a picture "I don't recognize is in its place."

So, I said to mom, show me. And so mom did.

When I saw the "replacement" photo on the wall I told mom it is a picture of you and dad on that Royal Caribbean cruise you went on late in the last century.

I don't remember that picture, said mom. I asked what was the missing picture. Mom told me it was a long rectangular frame with your nephew's 8th grade graduation pictures.

I told mom I would go on a treasure hunt throughout the house and see if I can locate that which had gone missing.

After perusing all the walls in the main part of the house I exited into the un-air conditioned part of the house known as the Arizona Room. On a wall in the Arizona Room I found two large collages of photos my sister Jackie had long ago made for mom and dad. And next to that was hanging what I guessed was the missing photo of the nephews.

I took the photo from the wall and brought it to mom. Mom promptly identified what I found as the formerly missing photo. Where was it, mom asked. I then led mom to where the photo was located.

Mom asked if I could hang the nephew photo back where it used to be. I did so, taking down the cruise photo of mom and dad. Mom directed me as to where to put that cruise photo and it was at that point in time I saw the photo you see above, which I do not remember ever seeing before.

A photo of my dad.

And me.

Mountain Biking River Legacy Park Thinking About Captain Andy's Fort Worth Bridge Revelations

Yesterday, if I remember correctly, I mentioned that if my hands were not rendered sore by yesterday's first bike ride in almost two years, that today I would likely find myself pedaling my wheels in Arlington's River Legacy Park.

And so I did.

Those are my handlebars aimed at the River Legacy Park Mountain Bike Trail Information sign. You can sort of see, via the map, the amazing maze of trails, which over time had become my favorite in the D/FW zone.

The drive from Wichita Falls to the D/FW Metro Mess seemed to go way quicker than has been the norm, what with my recent bouts of extremely long driving bouts, including Saturday's, which was somewhere around 800 miles before I decided to give it a rest somewhere west of Abilene.

Today being back in the D/FW zone after, so soon being in the Phoenix zone for a couple weeks, I was immediately struck by how incredibly shabby much of the D/FW zone looks. The lack of landscaping and sidewalks is appalling. Do not enough D/FW  locals lay their eyes on more, well, uh, modern locations in America, to realize how, well, third worldly much of their world looks?

A couple days ago I was driving Miss Daisy, also known as my mom, in a new developing area of the Phoenix suburb of Chandler. I made mention of the fact that the roads, landscaping and sidewalks were already installed, ahead of the incoming development. My mom, whose vision renders the world difficult to see, sees how things get done in her location, and said this is how they build things here.

"Infrastructure first."

My semi-blind mom sees the world more clearly than most Texans.

As witness my exit from D/FW last month when I was stuck in a traffic nightmare largely caused by the inept, incompetent, irresponsible out of control development in North Fort Worth, where malls, and housing developments have been built before adequately roads were built. Let alone sidewalks. Or landscaping.

How does one part of America become so backward when other parts of America are not?

I have been a bit overwhelmed of late. So, I have not gotten around to blogging about the latest iteration of America's Biggest Boondoggle's bridge fiasco. You know, those bridges of dubious design intended to connect the Fort Worth mainland to an imaginary island.

Part of what is known as the Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision, overseen by Congresswoman Kay Granger's inept son who has overseen an ongoing embarrassment which would be a HUGE embarrassment in a normal location in America. But is just, apparently, the Fort Worth Way of operating.

I think it was on Sunday, maybe Monday, Captain Andy sent me multiple photos documenting the current state of the TRCCUPID Vision's bridge boondoggle. Elsie  Hotpepper pointed me to an amazingly embarrassing article which contained some of the stupidest J.D. Granger quotes yet.

But, I have not found the time to blog about this and share Captain Andy's photos. Maybe I will do this tomorrow....

Wheeling My Handlebars For A Look At Mount Wichita

It has been almost two years since I blogged about my bike's handlebars being aimed at some particular location.

I would have thought in all that time that at least one someone would have asked why I have made no mention of rolling by bike's wheels.

Such as a question asking why I've not mentioned biking the Wichita Falls Circle Trail.

Well, even though no one asked I will answer that un-asked question anyway.

About three years ago I began to have a bit of onset of arthritis woe.  This first manifested itself in my shoulders and knees. And then my hands. Eventually the shoulder and knee woe abated, helped, I think, by spending a lot of time in the pool.

And then my left hand, particularly the pointing finger on my left hand became miserably painful. Even typing was a pain. Riding the bike greatly exacerbated the hand pain. So, I decided to take a break from the biking. The hand pain quickly got better, but did not totally abate.

So, this past couple weeks in Arizona I experienced many surprises. One of those surprises was to suddenly find myself with zero allergy woes, breathing free and easy, free of needing nasal spray. And then about the second day of swimming with the Sun Lake ladies I realized my left hand was totally pain free.

On the long drive back to Texas I decided I was once again going to roll my bike's wheels. And so today I did. Pedaled the Circle Trail to the Lake Wichita Dam where I aimed my handlebars at Mount Wichita on the west side of the lake and snapped the photo you see above.

Tomorrow I am rolling my motorized vehicle's wheels to the D/FW  zone where I am planning to take my handlebars on a ride around River Legacy Park. An activity I have not indulged in for a couple years.

That is the plan, which will quickly be thwarted if I wake up tomorrow with a left hand in throbbing pain mode...

Missing Arizona Diamondback Baseball & McDonald's While Re-Adjusting To Texas

After over two weeks of being separated, yesterday I was reunited with the USB cord which connects my phone to my computer, thus allowing me to move photos from the phone to that aforementioned computer.

If I remember right I previously mentioned my sweet sister Jackie had photo documented me over indulging in McDonald's delicacies at my dad's Father's Day All You Can Eat McDonald's buffet.

This would be that previously mentioned photo you are looking at here.

That would be my little brother under that Seattle Seahawk baseball, I mean, football cap you see in the lower right of the photo.

That mug with the number 12 on it is also a Seattle Seahawk item, not a Texas A & M item. I do not know why there was Seattle Seahawks stuff at the table, what with it being baseball season,  not football.

Speaking of baseball, and adding beef to what we are speaking of. In the past couple weeks I found myself watching more baseball games than I have watched this entire century. It was a baseball team called the Arizona Diamondbacks I found myself watching. It seems an odd thing to name ones team after, a venomous snake.

Apparently the word "Diamondbacks" is too  long, so this particular baseball team seems to always be referred to as the D-Backs.

I almost forgot about the beef.  In addition to consuming more baseball than I have consumed this entire century, I also found myself consuming more beef in the past couple weeks than I have consumed this entire current century, prior to my arrival in Arizona a couple weeks ago.

Apparently consuming a lot of McDonald's products and a lot of beef is a good weight loss program, because I lost myself a few pounds that I had when I left Texas. Stress and being up and about from the crack of dawn til past the crack of sunset may have been a weight loss contributing factor.

In Arizona I found myself sleeping peacefully all through the night. And despite the outdoor temperature being well above 100 we did not run the A/C at night, and I was totally comfortable. Now I am back where people say things like  it is not the heat, it's the humidity. So, true. Even though the temperature is way below 100 I ran the A/C all night. And I did not sleep peacefully all night long. There was a two hour plus bout of tossing and turning.

In Arizona I had an allergic reaction to nothing. Now back in Texas something is once again irritating my eyes.

However, all in all, I am happy to be back in my current cloudy, green, humid location in Texas...

Long Day's Desert Journey Sees Green Morning In Texas

Yesterday, as in Saturday morning, I left the Phoenix suburb of  Sun Lakes at some point in time before 8, after giving my dear ol' mom, also known as Miss Daisy, a couple goodbye hugs.

Most of the route back to my Texas home location I had driven before. But, not since the first year of this century. So, nothing seemed all that familiar.

I did remember the drive across southern Arizona and New Mexico to be a lot of wide open nothing. I did not remember the constant warnings about dust storm dangers.

 I also did not remember the scenic wonders of the Cochise Stronghold Dragoon Mountain zone of Arizona. By mid afternoon I was back in Texas, soon after seeing the giant roadrunner you see above at a New Mexico rest area and scenic overlook overlooking Las Cruces and the mountains which hover above that town.

El Paso appears to be a boomtown. In addition to a lot of buildings under construction there is a massive elevated freeway being built between the existing freeway and Mexico.  Passing through I could not figure out the reason for this second freeway.

I did make note of the fact that El  Paso follows the lead of cities to the west and makes El Paso's freeways look distinctive with color schemes and landscaping.

Maybe the towns of the D/FW zone could send a task force to El Paso to see how this is done, what with El Paso being much closer than Phoenix, or towns on the west coast which also have figured out how to make their highways look good, rather than littered, un-landscaped, un-attractive borderline eyesores.

Regarding eyesores, I am thinking of Fort Worth's freeway exits to the town's only real tourist attraction, the Fort Worth Stockyards. Maybe when the new version of I-35W is completed Fort Worth will finally get around to landscaping and de-littering the freeway exits to the Stockyards.

The last time I had passed past the I-10 border checkpoint which one comes to east of El Paso it was prior to 9/11. At that point in time a light thing, with mirror, was stuck under my van. The interior of the van was checked. This time, in this era when America is being flooded with so many Mexicans that insane people want to build a border wall, at the checkpoint a guy in a border patrol uniform, who spoke with a Spanish accent, asked if I was a US citizen. Si, said I, after which he waved me on.

Previous trips east on I-10 have had an overnight stay in Van Horn. On this trip it seemed too early to stop for the night in Van Horn.

So, I continued on.

Soon I found myself surprised to see how much West Texas has changed. Every little town along  the way east, be it Pecos, Monahans, Sweetwater, or other towns I can not remember, have had multi-story motels added to their landscape, along with the usual fast food suspects.

All these motels were full. I think due to it being Saturday night, and these motels having been built to help with the housing shortage caused by the West Texas oil boom. Eventually I resigned myself to continuing on to Abilene. Around eleven o'clock I had been on the road for well over 12  hours. I was not tired. But I decided to take a break in a rest area west of Abilene. I rested til about 3 in the morning, and then continued east in the darkness. I rather liked driving the empty freeway in the dark.

After about an hour I reached the outskirts of Abilene, got gas, and soon came to the exit to Highway 277, my route north to Wichita Falls. When I looked at 277 on a map I saw the road went through a lot of small towns. I was prepared for 277 to be a two lane highway on which I would be driving slow, not the 80 MPH speed limit on I-10 and 20.

Well, 277 turned out to be a four lane divided highway in excellent shape. With a speed limit of 75, except when one passed through a couple towns. I made such  good time I was back in Wichita Falls before 8 this morning, 22 hours after I left Sun Lakes, taking into account the time zone change.

As I approached Seymour, about 50 miles from Wichita Falls, the sun finally popped up. I tried to get a good picture of this. Below is the best I could do.

The biggest surprise came when full illumination arrived. I had been living in a desert for over two weeks. I had just spent a day driving through desert and desolate brown land. But, this morning, when the sun came up, I saw a lush landscape of green, beautiful green. I should have thought to take a picture of this.

So, I am happy to be back in Texas. But, I think I may be returning to Arizona some day soon....