South Mountain Park and my Trip Home.

    South Mountain Park overlooking Phoenix, AZ.

 Oh, I am soooo tired!  I got back home from Arizona last night at 4:30 a.m.  We left Phoenix at  8:10 p.m. their time and arrived in Minneapolis/St. Paul at 11:50 our time. 
A one hour time difference.  And what a day we had!  The plane left a bit late due to a traffic jammed Phoenix runway.  However, we made great time and were in Minneapolis 20 minutes ahead of schedule.  But it didn't make a bit of difference anyhoo, since our pilot had to go into a holding pattern waiting for a runway to open up.
     What a sight we were.  My Mom, myself and my teenage nephew. He had traveled with us and had spent time visiting a friend in Yuma, AZ.   My poor Mom was so exhausted and I think my nephew had been running on low sleep while visiting his buddy.  By the time we caught a shuttle to our parking spot, warmed up our very cold car and drove to my Brothers home just outside of St. Paul it was 2:30 a.m.   My Mom is staying there for a few days and  I needed to get her dropped off.  I had it in my head that I needed to get home to my warm bed and my even warmer hubby.  Well off my nephew and I went.  I was fine until I got on the Interstate.  All of a sudden I was barely able to keep my eyes open.  It was just me and a lot of semis barreling down the road.   I pulled off , got a coffee and threw water on face.  From that point on I drove with my window 3 inches open.  Not real comfortable in 25 degree weather but it worked.  I made it home about 4:30 a.m.
Today my nose is running pretty bad .  Could it be the weather change?   Or could it be the the window blasting cold air on me.
And Yes, I learned my lesson!

This is the first time I've seen a green Desert!  The  desert flowers aren't in bloom yet, but it was sooo green. How cool to see a green desert!

  I bugged my brother Tom to take me up their before we left town.

Tom lives in Flagstaff, but he used to live in Phoenix.  He also was a marathon runner.  In the heat of the desert summer he would wait to run late at night.  Sometimes he would look back and their would be a pack of coyotes behind him. I used to joke with him that they were just waiting for him to drop.  Needless to say, our Mom didn't like him up there running by himself  late at night. 

There is something about the desert.  It has such a different feel to it and it  fascinates me.  The landscape is so different than Wisconsin and it gives me such an eeire feeling sometimes. I picture rattle snakes and all kinds of lizards and such.    Well my friends,I have a lot of catching up to do!  Please be patient, as I get back into the swing of things. 
Cindy

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