Arizona is far from home for us. We live in the Northeast and this is the Southwest.
For me, a Trucker I always traveled far from home but for the most part I traveled within the United States with a dash into Canada now and then.
This trip was special as the man I loved was not given much hope of a long life so we packed up the old Chevy van with camping supplies and Gold Prospecting equipment we already had and the pup of course and headed west. He had never been past the military base in Texas and that was so long ago for boot camp. He flew in and out of there. So this would be a journey for him but for me it would be like old times, well without the shifting.
We stayed out on BLM land for 6 or 7 weeks till we had to come back for another visit with his doctor. He did not want to go back home least of all for more tests. I missed home and my kitty too much to hide my head in the sand of the desert. We loaded up the old van and said our goodbyes to all we had met and I snapped a few more photos.
We came home to good news much to their amazement. We could once again take out the map from my old trucking days and plan a trip far from home.