Windy, Windy, Windy

We suspected we would encounter plenty of wind as we headed back toward Kansas, but we were hoping to be wrong.  Not long after we met the Kings to pick up some tamales, we made our way through the traffic and headed east.  We did stop for some fresh strawberries and blueberries, but the rest of the day was driving, driving, driving.  As Don says, he was wrestling with the Willie to keep it on track.

We had planned to go by Hoover Dam, but there was no way that would work and allow us enough time at the cabin (though there is never enough time at the cabin).   We were surprised that the temperature in the  desert was between 71 and 82 degrees - amazing!

 Getting beyond Kingman was not possible, as Don was pretty tired.  We checked into the KOA there and found it to be surprisingly nice.  The dogs were ready to play in the dog run, which they did, and on our way back, I found this:

Even propane companies have a sense of humor.

We left early the next day, hoping to beat some of the wind, and although it was light, it only continued to strengthen.  I missed several pictures of windsocks standing straight out, and sometimes Don would hit a gust that would nearly blow him into the other lane.  But we managed to arrive at Bart and Jerri's safely.  Dinner at the Native American Cultural Center was delicious, and we were ready to sleep!  I don't understand how I can be so tired, when Don has been doing all the driving . . .