This morning, David and I got up early and met Joe and Cindy for a scooter ride to Coolidge.  Well, David drove his car with Cindy in the passenger seat.  Not everyone enjoys the ride.  It was a busy trip down through the Queen Creek area–a lot of construction.  It’s so weird to think people live in giant homes so far east of everything.  I couldn’t believe there was so much out there.  How do people commute so far each day?

We ate breakfast at a little dive called Tad’s. Mostly farmers, local business people, and cowboys inside.  Coolidge is a town I could imagine Napolean Dynamite growing up in.

The drive back was nice too.  We went through Sacaton then through Chandler.  I did think we were going to eat some pavement with the crazy crosswinds we fought down and back, but we made it safely.

Whew.