We are in the dry-camping area of the Tempe Arizona Elks for a couple of days and are sitting accross the street from the biggest dairy (milk factory) I have ever seen in my life. I swear their buildings cover blocks. To feed this monstous dairy products machine every few minutes a tanker truck full of raw milk arrives from what must be many massive dairy farms. This is one noisy spot.
Oh how I miss the solitude of the Steps. The dogs, on the other hand, love it because entire area is paved.
The magic of Skype
While I was posting my story about our new neighbors we got a call from son Jason and grandson Aiden on Skype. Seems that Aiden wanted to show Grandma how well he can put his puzzles together. We often hear from Aiden and Cameron and Abby. It still blows me away; these conversations from computer to computer cost nothing, but are worth so much.
It’s time for breakfast so I gotta go. Yes, this morning breakfast will include milk.
Thanks for the read.