Showing posts with label Slide Fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Slide Fire. Show all posts

Friday, May 23, 2014

Flagstaff, AZ to Datil, NM.

The Slide Fire is not yet contained. The wind must have shifted yesterday to give Flagstaff breathers a break.




Have you seen this new blog? I like to think she has started writing because I kept saying she should; everyone knows how effective nagging is.

I'm in a rare situation: I have a schedule. This aberration will end when I arrive back in Truth or Consequences and meet up with my friends David and Annie, where I will housesit. Today, I'm going to Datil to unload some things I will bring back from Flagstaff. I can't stop over anywhere because there will be nowhere to sleep in Spud. It makes me dozey just to think about it.

Edit: Breaking kitty news:

Tigerlily
April 1997 - May 22, 2014
We love you, Original Grumpy Cat





Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Datil to Flagstaff (cough)

I had a good birthday! I drove through to Flagstaff (5.5 hours at my speed) and saw my cousins; I brought a cake and sparkling cider (kids) and wine (not-kids) and ice cream (human race). I was hesitating about visiting because they would feel like they had to make a big deal, and Sue suggested that I provide the party. Great idea!

The Slide Fire is currently at 1000 acres. Air quality in Flagstaff is officially Craptastic, and even the light is weird. Some folks here inside the house are suffering eye irritation and respiratory distress; I can't recommend visiting Flag right now if you have other options. I'm feeling fine, and I also have options, but I'll probably leave tomorrow.

The word is that this fire was human-caused.


It seems mawkish; just the same, I want to show you the lovely gravesite The Cousins made for Bob.




 

Penny and Bob were a bonded pair, and I was afraid for Penny once Bob left. But, she has become social, and she hangs out with people now instead of hiding in a bedroom.

I came across New Mexico and into Arizona on 60. I passed a grassfire almost under control.



There are higher continental divides, but this isn't them. Pie Town, NM.

Some of you think nothing of a five- or six-hour driving day. I don't think much of it, either. I'm tuckered out, or puckered, or however that goes. Something about a long drive disorients me, too, and I wake up confused in the night. Penny was asking to be let out, and I couldn't figure out why a cat was in the car. Later, I woke up in Europe in a Casita.