Sometimes it's just better to be on top

The most basic RV I have seen so far

"That didn't sound quite right, did it?" - Please confirm that you are over 18 years old before reading the following post!

The scene is a Starbucks outside of Tucson Arizona, a Thursday morning, quite a busy place. I am in line, in front of me a mother with her two kids, one on her arm, probably some 2 years old or so, the other maybe a year or two older on the ground, playing with a little colorful rubber ball. Of course the ball is flying all over the Starbucks place, once I pick it up and put it back in the kids hands, another time some other coffee hungry person in line does. Just when the mother is approaching the desk to place her order a gentleman probably in his seventies somewhere behind me picks the ball up and gives it to the little one on the arm of the mom instead, the little one quickly put the rubber ball in her mouth. The mother takes it out and hands it to the kid standing on the floor looking up with his cute big eyes. Just as the mom was at the desk to place her order the little kid on the floor takes control over the scene that morning at Starbucks: “She just licked my ball, mommy!” loud and clear, the little one says. I burst out laughing; the cute blond girl behind the desk quickly tries to safe the situation: “That didn’t sound quite right, did it?” Mommy didn’t think it was very funny and gives me a killing look. While the blond one behind the counter would love to join me laughing but very professionally bits her lips instead. None of the other guests seem to have picked up on it or their mind is just not as messed up as mine…. or here people do not let their thoughts drift away to such fun things, do they?

Eventually everyone gets his or her coffee, the little one has his ball back, the world is back in order. A beautiful sunny day as I step out with my Espresso, still a little smile on my face.

If only mommy would remember and tell the boy the story in some 15 years. They could have a good laugh all together.

And I always thought...

...my truck was fairly big...

...but I knew it was not, when about two weeks before that picture, I parked it at the airport in Albuquerque, New Mexico and it fitted perfectly, actually with some left over space into the parking spot that was assigned to "compacts only". Big is beautiful. Doesn't always need to be Texas.

I have just been a couple of days in Arizona, but for "motoerheads" truely interesting territory. Trucks, Jeeps, all kind of 4 wheel drive vehicles or even good old on the original beetle based desert rats running around on the streets here.

And - "happy-camper" weather, definitily during the days anyways, might drop below 30°F at nights easily.

Five Guys

Sure not healthier than at your regular Burger place, but hell that was good. I had lunch today in Tuscon, Arizona at "Five Guys Burger & Fries".

Of course, of course, a lot of fat, a lot of fried, a lot of sticky tables, chairs and greasy fingers, a lot of fat people - but good, good food. I'll cook tomorrow again, olive oil and fresh vegies - but for today... mmmh sinful, unhealthy good. And they are doing all behind a big glass window while you watch them. They stick exactly those toppings in exactly your burger, just the way you ordered. There was a sign with the farm where today's patatos were coming from, true or not, don't know, but sure well done.

And since I am kind of a tourist and Burgers & Fries are as American as the Grand Canyon, the State of Liberty, the Golden Gate or Texas & guns, I guess I am excused as just being sight seeing & eating.

Just add 'em up...

Sometimes the signals in the US are a little difficult to get for a Swiss guy, I usually just add them up - 55 mph, works perfectly fine with me.

You know it's time to go South when...

...fallen trees and snow is blocking your way to head towards warmer destinations.

The other day in the Gila National Forest, it sounded kind of odd when I was turning around in my sleeping bag for the first time in the morning. As I got out of the nicely heated truck I had prove, there is something wrong in this happy camper's world.

Result: Tuscon Arizona now.

Should I be concerned?

A sign in "near" ghost town of Ancho, New Mexico. I did not find a living soul and as the place looked I was kind of glad no living or even worse, dead soul found me neither.

Dead End...

...no kidding.

It wasn't me!

What is that Easter Bunny doing on the road on March 1, anyways? - Sorry, WAS doing on the road...