Hottsdale and Dr. Death

Hell-o from Hottsdale, oh, Scottsdale. It's hot, really hot, here. We woke up at 7AM to go for a morning walk. Our host, Jon, informed me that it was 90 degrees outside (at 7AM!) and asked if it was too hot for me. I decided to go outside to get a feel of the heat. I was closing the door behind me and almost burned myself on the metal door knob. The door had been in the sun, but it was still pretty hot. Needless to say, we decided to stay indoors.

To backtrack a bit, I want to share a little bit of our trip from Buellton to Scottsdale. After leaving the LA area on Rte 10 the scenery quickly turns into miles and miles of desert with 100 degree plus heat. I was running low on gas and decided to stop at what I thought was a good sounding name of a town, Desert Center. From what I could see after exiting the highway, the town consisted of a couple of boarded up buildings and a rundown gas station that was charging $3.99 a gallon.

I reluctantly drove to the gas station where I met Dr. Death. He was downright scary. My first impression was that he seemed mad. (I think it was due to a combination of 120 degree heat and his choice of clothing - jeans and a flannel long sleeve!) Krista commented that if he wore black gloves, he would be a shoe-in for an axe murder. I didn't want to test out her theory. We got some gas and quickly made our way back to the highway.

Back in Scottsdale, we've been pretty lazy. No long days driving around sightseeing. Just relaxing indoors with plenty of air conditioning and doing laundry. We're really enjoying the break from doing touristy things. Next stop, the Grand Enchilada (Canyon)!