We pushed south to Phoenix today. Before leaving Camp Verde, we filed Winnie and the Fit at a Shell station where gas was $2.74/gal. The lowest for the trip. The weather in the Valley of the Sun has warmed considerably. I hope we can slip under the Polar Invasion.
Since we were in Phoenix and it was lunch time, we decided to stop at one of the 8 or 10 DDD's in the metro area. We pick DeFalco's Italian Deli and Market. A wise pick. After driving around the block several time to find a parking place for Winnie, we finally found an open parking lot at a closed business. I was getting ready to walk to DeFalco's and discovered my wallet wasn't in my back pocket. I didn't see it anywhere around the drivers seat. It's bad news if my wallet's gone as all I can think about is the credit cards that need to be cancelled and not having a driver's license. The last time I used my wallet was to buy gas in Camp Verde, 70 or 80 miles back, so i called the gas station to see if someone had turned it in. No luck. When I got back in Winnie, Sue had my wallet. She found it on the floor under the dash. I'm not sure how it got there, but I'm sure glad we found it.
With wallet in hand (pocket), I walked about a half-mile to get take out. When I looked at the menu, I couldn't make up my mind so I bought everything. Not really, but I did get a real Italian sub (prosciutto, mortadella, provolone), a half cheese steak, and a half a sausage sandwich with peppers, onions, and sauce. I passed on the Italian baked goods and salads. My mouth began to water from the aroma coming from the bag as I walked back to Winnie. I wasn't disappointed. We ate the cheese steak and sausage sandwiches for lunch and saved the real Italian sub for dinner.
After lunch, we began to move east on US 60, a highway I've driven several times in the past. It