Back in Sunny Arizona

Aah! I'm back in Verde Valley, Arizona, and finding my groove. We got in late yesterday after a little problem on the Interstate just south of Flagstaff. We're driving down the one lane that was open due to construction when the engine suddenly died. No warning, but there we were with a line of traffic behind us. That's because my he-person drives the speed limit instead of 15-20 miles over like most people in AZ, but this time it wasn't good because he had to steer a dead RV between the construction cones to get into the closed lane.

We made it fine and our road service quickly had someone out to diagnose and repair the engine. Three hours later we finally hit the road again and arrived at the park about 5 P.M. The night before we had stayed in USA RV Park in Gallup, New Mexico, which was really nice. They even serve food cooked by a young culinary student. It sure smelled good, but no one offered me even one bite. Instead I had a choice between that canned, stinky stuff made for cats and the dry food, which isn't bad but it's no culinary delight. Believe me, back in January when my people took me in when I was starving, it tasted wonderful! Still, I sure would like to have a taste of a good grilled hamburger.

Now that we're back in V.V., I look out on a tree-shaded grassy spot, which I now realize is pretty special. It's hot, but not too hot for a furball like me. I even went outside for a couple of minutes today and checked it out. I'm back to my frisky self now. I've been a little draggy in the 6000-foot plus altitude that we've been camping in for the past month or more, but that's nothing to what my people were feeling as they tried to sightsee in places like Cripple Creek, Colorado and climb the hills around Colorado Springs. They're not getting any younger, and they're not as young as they were when they visited the Air Force Academy and Pikes Peak in 1970. Yeah, I'll bet they were pretty frisky back then, but now? No way!

Oh, and the camera that they always carried with them met a bad end in Cripple Creek when my he-person slid down a hill, using the camera as a crutch. He was able to save all but the last two photos that he took, so maybe there are some good ones of me that I can put on my blog.

Okay, gotta run now and see what mischief I can get into. Meow!