We’re sitting at Starbucks. All the puffy chairs are taken so my mad scientist husband and I are sitting on hard wooden chairs sharing the handicapped table. We’ve checked into the Red Rock Canyon campgrounds for the next three nights. We’re going to the Red Rock Rendezvous. It’s an all weekend rock climbing event. I signed up with a friend from LA. Andy may or may not join us depending on how this round of programming goes, and how social he’s feeling. The event doesn’t start until tomorrow but we figured that the campground might be filled up, so we should get there early. We pulled in at four o’clock and amazingly got the very last spot available.

While Andy was filling out the form to register and pay I stared into the distance. I was looking at the right time in the right place to see a 40 ft. RV back into the camp host’s solar powered golf cart. It took about fifteen seconds for the whole scenario to unfold. The camp host was screaming at the top of her lungs the whole time he was backing up, “stop, stop, STOP, STOP!, STOP!!!!”. No one was hurt, and the golf cart was driven away.

To all the people that I said I was sending things to, I haven’t forgotten. The packages are packaged and quietly sitting in our garage waiting for me to take them to UPS.