Off!! Like a herd of turtles!
Sunday, January 17, 2016
After months of planning, research and finally wrenching myself away from duties at home in Albuquerque, I hit the road, bound for Quartzsite, Arizona.
Let the adventure begin!! I had found a great used motorhome in October, and had gotten the kinks worked out, and had generally outfitted it. I bought a car that I could tow behind the motorhome–a 2014 Honda CR-V in chocolate brown. My plan is to spend about 3-4 months on the road in the southwest, visiting beautiful sites. Hopefully I will also take some photos along the way.
As usual, I left late, so I planned an overnight stop in Holbrook, AZ at a Passport America campground. Good plan. The new hosts were a young couple who were brimming with friendliness and enthusiasm. They guided me as I backed into my site and asked if I needed anything. Turns out, I did. I opened my refrigerator to discover that the lid on the jar of Costco Raspberry Chipotle Sauce, that I would never leave home without, had come loose. There was red, gooey, syrupy chipotle sauce all over the lower three shelves of my refrigerator. OH NO! I LOVE THAT SAUCE!
I grieved when I picked up the sideways jar to see that only about one eighth of the sauce had survived the episode. It seemed to shrug its shoulders at me to say, “I couldn’t help myself.” Almost the entire contents of that 40 ounce jar was “displaced” (to put it kindly). It was everywhere. There was sauce in the containers on the door.
It had oozed past the door jam seal onto the floor, and into crevices that you’d think were impossible to penetrate. It had slithered past the straw in my water mug and congregated in the bottom of the mug (which I didn’t discover until the next morning when I sipped from that mug. BLEGGGH!#@$. It actually tasted good, but it was so unexpected that I almost choked when it exploded out of the straw into my mouth. So, at 9pm, with the help of a donated roll of paper towels from the eager-to-help new campground hosts, I began cleaning up the gooey mess. I had to use a spatula on flat surfaces, then a sponge, then a cotton swab. It got on my shoes, shirt, on my jeans, it was everywhere, it seemed. The clean up detail continued until 12:30am. New Rule of the Road: Always check the lids of things you lay on their side in the refrigerator. They say you only learn by mistakes. I’m doing a lot of learning lately.
I slept well that night. The next morning, when I sleepily opened the refrigerator door, guess what greeted me? The pungent smell of Raspberry Chipotle sauce. As I recall this “adventure” several weeks later, that smell still lingers, although, thankfully it becomes more and more faint. It is a constant reminder of the very start of my journey. Life happens: the good, the bad, and the smelly…