Albuquerque, while home to the beautiful Sandia Mountains, is not much to enjoy leaving the city toward Tucson. Mostly sagebrush and little hills that look like a mini-Mount Garfield and the Bookcliffs of Colorado. Except they are not. They just do not have the majesty of Mt Garfield. However, I am content knowing we will see Jeffry and Kerri and our little Maxwell (I always catch myself smiling when I type the name Maxwell – the name fits him so well!) this evening. I sit here writing of the journey we have taken, listening to my BeeGees and Beatles and Ray Charles – all of the music my hubs made into cd’s for me, all the while announcing that if he had to listen to my music the entire trip, he would stick a fork in his eyeball. So far so good. We have traveled over 2300 miles and not a forked eyeball to be had!
I notice as we get closer to Tucson, the hubs foot gets a bit heavier on the gas pedal. After about 6 hours of driving, we arrive at Jeffry and Kerri’s house and are greeted by a grinning Maxwell, arms opened wide, waiting for Grandma to hold him. What a welcome sight and totally worth 6 days in a car!
Tonight, relaxing with the kids and grandbaby Max. Pure heaven.
