Back in the Stifling Heat...

In other words, home sweet home. The air as you ride back into Arizona changes. First, it loses all that tang of moisture, like the chill of lake water as we fly by on the highway or the mist of the large spinklers of ranch and farmland. Then, it is slightly pleasant, like being tossed about in a dryer like a cherished sock. Eventually, of course, the sweat begins to slide between your skin and the layer of protective clothing like grease on a Thanksgiving turkey. You don't need a built in thermometer to pop up to say DONE! either.

So The Boyfriend and I are back from our long journey. Looks like the mileage ran up to 2762 miles. Whew! What a trip, a trip it is going to take me quite a few days to adequately blog. So for now, rest assured that we are safe and sound. Let me enjoy a cold beer, a sunday meal, and content yourselves with a small glimpse of the pictures yet to come. Behold, a sexy gnomey atop Bear Tooth Pass in Montana, about to enter Yellowstone Park.