At this point, Elly was over camping. Rommel was beat.
On our way south, as tradition would dictate, we stopped at Honeyville for wine and goodies.
Since we forwent breakfast, we only made it as far as Durango before stopping to make lunch. And then the drive started.
It is a boring trek back to AZ. Once out of Dolores, CO, the countryside is desolate. After 8 days in the pines, snoozing next to a rumbling creek, it is downright depressing to once again traverse desolate desert.
We made it as far as Flagstaff where we pitched up camp for the evening.
No one set up awnings, to avoid a long morning. And then it rained. All night.
The morning was soggy. We didn't even make coffee. We pushed down towards Camp Verde were we found a small eatery north of there: Nikki's. It is right off I-17. Small town food, affordable and tasty. Just what the doctor ordered.
After topping off the tanks, we all pushed homewards.
As usual, I'm less than thrilled to be back. Work has already interrupted my vacation bliss. Back to reality.
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