Go Fish Galvez

Er, cat stories, that is. My little black boy is still with me but frankly I’ve had enough of my own cat stories so let’s just sum up and move on.

Grand canyons, for sure!

The end to the Jeepers saga, for those of you not following the comments trail, is that he came through just in the nick of time and left a small gift this morning in the litter box, a little tithe to the local Latter Days, so all my worry was for naught.

With this final success, he’s now graduated to the status of perfect little traveling companion, and especially today, putting up with me and ten full hours on the road with ne’er a complaint. What a little trooper cat!

So we left Price this morning, all evacuated and fresh and good, and decided, rather than jump onto Interstate 70 at the first opportunity, which would have put us on a path due east and into southern Colorado (been there, done that, nothing much there to write home about), to instead continue on south, past 70, on our little secondary highway because it would take us through the edge of the canyonlands, for one last glimpse of this magical place. Well worth the little extra time, for sure!

Having finished our brief tour of the canyons, we dipped down into northern Arizona for only a second or two, just long enough to grab another secondary highway east, following that into northern New Mexico to a town called Shiprock—and there’s no question where the name of the town comes from. I’d include a photo here but none of these little 2d pictures can give you the remotest sense of the majesty of these sandstone monuments let alone the vastness of their settings—simply breathtaking!

But anywho, at Shiprock we jumped onto another feeder that brought us straight south to Interstate 40, hooked up with that and flew east to our landing pad for the night, a clean little motel in the small town of Moriarty, New Mexico, roughly 30 miles or so east of Albuquerque. We are now in a state contiguous to that of our final destination!

When I’m not dead tired, I want to go back and map out our route, mostly for me to remember but also for any who might be interested. And by the way, it will be a tad bit longer than I originally planned—because I’ve decided to cut over to east Texas, for a quick visit with a sweet and handsome older gentleman who I like quite a lot, name of Garland.

And then it’ll be off to Galveston, to see my new home. How exciting! As I lay in bed last night, it suddenly dawned on me how very odd it will be, as I visualized myself pulling into Galveston, with Jeepers, my little Northwest cat, there on the seat next to me, driving up to 4806 Avenue O, getting out of the truck and putting the key into the lock on the front door. How odd, but how very good, that I already have a home in Galveston (thank you, Cindy!). How odd, but how very good, it will be to live here.