After discovering and fixing Honey’s electrical problem myself, we showered and relaxed for a while and then had a very nice early evening dinner. Very nice indeed, very romantic, very intimate, very good food, and very good Cadillac Margaritas… two for me and one for Sharon. Oh, that’s right, I already mentioned the margaritas. They were really good though. Just what the doctor ordered. After all, even though it was a minor operation on Honey, the surgery was a success.
About 30 miles from the entrance to our next National Park, we stopped at a roadside attraction. We all had a great time. Sharon was in rock garden heaven, and Honey and I pretended to lead the stagecoach through the treacherous wilderness. In all seriousness though… I was really feeling quite grounded.