me and the pack mule

We landed in Phoenix yesterday morning.

Sut's older sister and her husbsnd 

flew in from Chicago to meet us.

We got some brunch and then settled into our hotel.

Not much happening on Thanksgiving.

We hit the car show at the convention Center

where I picked out a nice Rolls Royce.

We looked around the town a bit

and ended with dinner at our hotel.

Today we had great weather.

Tee shirt weather.

We headed out with

country boy, Stuart as the driver.

 He may/may not have tried driving on the 

city train's tracks.

We started at the Botanical Gardens

 

 

 

 

 

and ended at the Phoenix zoo.

After all, it isn't vacation 

without the scent of monkey dung

in the air.

 

 

Stuart says we have walked him too much.

He said it isn't the Disney Death March

that I made him do last year...but close.

He is a doof.

I am loving having him with me 24/7.

He makes me laugh.

And he carries the camera bag.

And the water bottle,

and pays for everything.

It is a sweet deal.

 

Tomorrow we are off to 

our main destination, Sedona.

I am missing a few people though.

 They worked cattle with their dads

while their moms shopped.

If only they would have fit in a pocket...

 I would have Stuart carry them for me. 

After letting the big guy rest his "dogs" for a bit

we are off to explore more of the downtown.

And locate a pocket knife.

Homeboy thinks he needs one.

He may need to McGyver something.

Or maybe he just wants to carry one.