Thursday, February 25, 2010

By The Time I Get To Phoenix...

She'll be ...la de da, Glen Campbell came up twice in conversation today on our way to Phoenix. As we were cruising through the Sonoran Desert of Arizona marveling at the Seguaro Cactus, we were quoting from cowboy movies. "We don't need no stinkin' badges", and "Fill your hands you sons a bitches". True Grit caused me to think of Glen Campbell, which led me to "By the Time I Get to Phoenix". Things get silly when you're in a car for 6 hours. Today we were below sea level, so can't blame the altitude any longer.

We drove through amazingly flat deserts at 75mph passing acres of irrigated farm land beginning to bud green. The Imperial Valley is a rich, vast area of farms surrounded on all sides by mountains that rose blue and misty in the distance. As we left the valley we crossed into sand dunes and then the Sorona Desert where the Seguaro Cactus thrive. Tonight we are in Scottsdale, AZ and it is 75 degrees. We met long time friends for dinner. Wayne has known Ralph and Bobbie since his youthful days as an elementary teacher in Duxbury.