Fine art of doing nothing.

I've been perfecting the fine art of doing nothing and enjoying it to the utmost.  But finally at about 3 PM I jumped on the bike and rode way over East of Apache Junction.  I was gone for almost two hours, and I haven't paid too very dearly in pain tonight.

I rode so far, that I had to stop and get some fuel on the way back.  I looked down and noticed that I only had one bar on the electronic gas gauge.  I was enjoying the ride so much that I had spaced off the lack of gas in the machine.

I thought it was an anomaly that my dash temperature gauge was recording over 80 degrees this afternoon, but I just now checked and the official afternoon temp at the airport was 81.  That is the warmest that it has been out here since we came in December.  Now I know it was warmer than that while I went home for surgery, but for me, it was the warmest I have experienced.

I contrast that to last night about 1 AM when I suddenly decided that I needed to head to the campground bath house .  the wind was blowing a gale and it was barely 50.  I didn't look, but the wind was sustained at about 25 mph.  The flags were straight out from their poles, and the fronds on the palm trees were making that flapping sound where they are all stretched to one side of the tree trunk.

I had put on the new western hat, and found that it needed to be strapped under my chin in order to keep it on my head.  Needless to say I walked rather quickly and was quite glad when I arrived back in the Motorhome.

So whether its 81 and dead calm or 50 and blowing a gale, it can all happen in one day out here in the desert.  Its a really good thing that I staked down that dinning canopy with the 10 inch aluminum stakes.  Otherwise it would have been in the next county last night!!!

Retired Rod