So I promised a story for you of my Utah adventure.
MJ and I decided on Tuesday morning that we needed to go to Utah in order to move forward on our path. We found 10 to 12 properties which we were interested in. We made some calls. Then, we made some arrangements. We left Wednesday morning on a wing and a prayer. We arrived late Wednesday night. MJ never probably realized just how often a family has to stop on any trip.
Thursday, we decided to look at a place in Orem. We loved the place, but had to convince Nancy that the place was the best option. Friday morning, we called the property owner back. We wanted one last look to convince Nancy that we had the solution. We arranged to get the deposit ready so after our appointment, we could go and get the cash needed. The property owner advised us that she would see us but she was showing it that morning. We arrived as quickly as we could. We arrived before the other party and we arrived before the property owner (lets call her Kay just because). Kay, after having spoken with the other party, waved to MJ. She then proceeded to show the house. As Kay and the other party walked out of the home, Kay handed the keys to the other party.
I was steaming mad. I almost couldn’t talk to the woman. MJ thankfully was able to be as civil as possible. Kay apologized but it all seemed empty. It soured the rest of the trip really for both MJ and I. We continued to try and find homes. We placed many applications and heard back from a few. At this point, it is all for naught as we still don’t have a home. We have a couple of people which would rent if it is still available at the end of the month.
Then the trip home.
We had planned to leave Saturday in order to get home for Father’s Day. After having no success, we needed an additional day to try and find something. We finished some time after 4 in the afternoon. Upon some reflection, we decided to travel home on Sunday instead.
So we started out Sunday morning around 7 am. A few hours into the trip, I received a text from KTAR news. It said that there was a fire in the Flagstaff area. We didn’t know if we would be affected, but we wanted to get home as soon as we could. We arrived in Cameron, Arizona and heard the first bit of a possible hint of Highway 89 being closed. As we got in range of the smoke, we could tell we were in trouble deep. I sent a text to Nancy, “30 minutes outside of Flagstaff.” and sent a photo of the smoke.

Look at the smoke!
The road was closed down. We decided to wait and see if the winds calmed down and allowed us through. We waited some time. A highway patrol officer pulled up to where we were parked on the side of the freeway. He said, “You may want to find another way home, as this may be closed for a while.” We waited a while later. Finally, we pulled the plug. We headed out back to Cameron, then over to The North Rim, down to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, and down.
Approximately two hours later, I sent Nancy a text again. “30 minutes outside of Flagstaff… again.”
We finished the trip, We got into Phoenix about 2 in the morning.