Ladies do you suffer from truck clots? You know, clumps of semis that impede your forward progress as you go sailing down the open road? When you go to pass them, they start trying to pass each other, but they do it so slowly that they seem more like giant tortoises trying to hump each other. Then try Warfarin brand road thinner. A heaping table spoon or two in every coffee cup at your local truck stop ought to do the trick. Works well on rats too.

Rest stop with ferrets, a white one and a brown one. In the ladies room one woman spies a coin on the floor and asks her friend if she should pick it up. Oh no the other woman answers its dirty. What if it was a hundred dollar bill? Then definitely not. They lace those bills with fentanyl. If you touch one then you pass out. When you wake up again you find that you have been trafficked.

We have been augmenting satellite radio with audio books. While we were in Monterey, Anne went on a Tony Hillerman tear. My dad had quite the collection, but we found one that she had not read, The Blessing Way. It was one of his earlier novels dating back to the seventies. I appreciated the Navajo lore. This story featured witches, what we would call werewolves. Four mountains sacred to the Navajo were also mentioned in the book. We saw two of them, Mount Taylor and the San Francisco Peaks. Local tie ins like this is why we like to choose books set where we are traveling.  

It rained all day in the desert. There are flash flood warnings out tonight. One is quite nearby. Anne’s comment was good thing that we are on the second floor. We are in Needles tonight. Tomorrow we will be in Monterey.