We just arrived to the San Diego airport and have an hour drive south ahead of us — the first leg of our trip will be spent in El Centro, California (Mexi-Cali) before we head to the Last Frontier. Forecast says to expect a high of 106 today and tomorrow. Help me.
We weren’t able to bring Tex with us, much to the disappointment of many Alaska friends and family, but the flights to and from Anchorage would’ve required him to ride in his crate. In the cargo area. For 12+ hours. Twice within a week’s period.
So, yesterday after work we scrambled to get our things together and prep Tex for his first boarding experience. I’ve don’t have children but I imagine this is what it’s like to drop your child off at summer camp for the first time: Tex anxiously pulled on the leash as he could smell and hear new friends just around the door, an employee (his camp counselor) came around the counter and offered to take him. BOOM. Emotional overload. I wanted to have a longer good-bye, maybe see him to his room and help him get his puppy bed set up, play with him a little so he would understand it was a fun place. Alas, the camp counselor walked him through the door and he excitedly followed without the slightest idea that he wouldn’t see Clayton and I for over a week. We were completing the paperwork and talked about his feeding schedule, when the woman asked if I had included anything else. “Yes, some toys and a towel. It’s sort of like his blanket. He sleeps with it. He may chew on it but at least it smells like us. I thought he might like it in his room.” – Me, almost tearing up. I hope he remembers us.
After an emotional good-bye for one (me) of the three members involved, we drove to Dallas. Texas has been the victim of almost daily storming and rain and yesterday was no exception. We went to sleep to the sounds of rain and thunder and awoke to no power in part of our room, the bathroom area. This has happened to us once before: while visiting the Grand Canyon, the area was hit with a wind storm and power went out for 12+ hours starting around lunch. You would’ve thought that the world was ending. Around dinner, our hotel began handing out sandwiches, fruit and water. We drove to the nearest (and only) gas station for a few snacks and the energy among people was anxious and tense. One woman was circling the pumps to find one that would work because she was on E and fearful of getting stranded. When one pump finally started working, cars lined up and barely had the nozzle back before the next person was ready to rear-end their car out of the way.
Long story short, getting ready with no power is a lot like camping but less fun. Especially when you paid for accommodations and have a half day of travel ahead of you. But we made it. Now, on to the desert…