crap, give me a doughnut!

On Sunday after we returned MFMs ashes to the earth, and after we sat and told a few stories, Ptah headed down the road because he wanted to stop and get some photos of the barley fields around Marana. The husband and I drove around the roads at the park and and past the old Nickerson Farms building that is collapsing on itself (anybody remember that place - with the see-through beehive in the wall?)

Then we too headed back towards Tucson. About 15-20 miles down the three-lane east bound side, the traffic came to a halt. Oh no - and I had just called to confirm the restaurant reservations for the original time - in about 20 minutes! We couldn't see anything except the vehicles in front of us and nobody was moving.

In my panic all I could do was think about eating a doughnut. We had picked up a box fresh in Benson on our way but nobody wanted any so they were just sitting there in the back seat. It was a pretty nasty thing to eat stuck in traffic right before lunch, I have to say.

Finally, things started to move and eventually all three lanes got by the wreck using the inside shoulder. It was a very lucky day for many. The traffic was still light as it was Sunday and the wind wasn't blowing as it had been (and is again today ) and these fools pulling a too-large load managed to walk out of this potential deadly situation.





Bet they had some laundry to do though.