The Furious Spinner

As you follow this grand and wonderful adventure in the parking lot of a Best Western, we find our hera and hero just about ready to get on the road again. Earlier we took a walk up and down this enormous hotel (motel?): once upstairs, twice downstairs, since it was too rainy to walk completely outdoors.

I'm packing to leave while Mario goes and gets the car. On the door is a map of the place with a red dot on our room. "You are here," it says. Then it adds, "In case of fire, gather by the pool." When Mario saw this, he said, "Is that their version of the superdome?" Seems rather bourgeois, doesn't it?

And the car? They took out the fuse box and found a loose wire. I hope this finally fixes it. We looked at blue book prices to trade it in or sell it, but then someone else would have the problem—and then we'd have the problem because we sold it to them.

With this new schedule we're having trouble finding places to stay. Hotels in the desert nearly always spray for bugs. So we don't know what we'll do after tonight. Maybe just drive straight through to Phoenix. I know this is beginning to sound like a bad letter from home. What I did on my winter vacation. I promise the next missive will be more exciting. Maybe it'll include strippers...or organic food.

Ah well. We're headed over the pass soon. Wish us good luck.

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