Our Dog Ate Our GPS
The story begins with me saying to Sweet Jane: "Why don't we go to New Orleans for my birthday? We'll take along Hula the Wonder Dog, the mini Australian Shepherd. She's such a smart little dog and a ...
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Hey Brian. I said to Jane that I thought I saw your rig. I cant recall where we were, either NM or Southern Arizona. As to the lack of a GPS, it was a real hassle. The maps we had didn't go across the border, for some reason, so we weren't sure exactly where we were traveling. In addition we knew that the area had heavy human trafficking making it a bit of a dicey proposition to not know where we were.
So, you are very correct about being careful with directions.
The border crossings can be a real hassle and we probably shouldn't have crossed at San Luis up to Yuma. I mean that line at the border went on for hours. I couldn't understand why there were teeth implants and proctologists right next to the curb. Now, I realize I could have gotten really tuned up without losing any time.
Whazoo, you named Sweet Jane if I remember correctly, quoting Mott the Hoople.
We may very well make it up into your country in the next year. Sweet Jane is talking about 2 months on the road, which is a real thrill to me. In the meantime we have a lot of construction to complete on some projects here at home. As to swapping out our dog Hula: she doesn't drink or smoke as much as my last one. And Sweet Jane is crazy about her. So, you'd have to swap out me before she'd let go of Hula the Wonder Dog...
Rockhillmanor, I think Hula got ticked off being left in the Mexican truckers parking lot. For all I know she was barking and defending our rig while we chowed down on exotic versions of huevos rancheros with cactus leaves. I had a football coach who would get so excited when we were blocking and tackling that he would pull up tufts of dirt and grass and eat them. Maybe that's what happened to Hula: she was thrilled with the defense of the Avion and snapping at everything in sight ;-).
So, you are very correct about being careful with directions.
The border crossings can be a real hassle and we probably shouldn't have crossed at San Luis up to Yuma. I mean that line at the border went on for hours. I couldn't understand why there were teeth implants and proctologists right next to the curb. Now, I realize I could have gotten really tuned up without losing any time.
Whazoo, you named Sweet Jane if I remember correctly, quoting Mott the Hoople.
We may very well make it up into your country in the next year. Sweet Jane is talking about 2 months on the road, which is a real thrill to me. In the meantime we have a lot of construction to complete on some projects here at home. As to swapping out our dog Hula: she doesn't drink or smoke as much as my last one. And Sweet Jane is crazy about her. So, you'd have to swap out me before she'd let go of Hula the Wonder Dog...
Rockhillmanor, I think Hula got ticked off being left in the Mexican truckers parking lot. For all I know she was barking and defending our rig while we chowed down on exotic versions of huevos rancheros with cactus leaves. I had a football coach who would get so excited when we were blocking and tackling that he would pull up tufts of dirt and grass and eat them. Maybe that's what happened to Hula: she was thrilled with the defense of the Avion and snapping at everything in sight ;-).
