It was fours hours, one way, from Phoenix to Yuma.
Three and 1/2 if you pushed 85 to 90 mph along the lonely back roads.
So my work day had 7-8 of driving time, with a full eight hour day of work once I arrived. It was a glimpse of my upcoming new life once I make the permanent move down here.
For now though, it was only a time to watch the sun setting over the desert landscape as I enjoy the mild winter warmth of Arizona.
Singing old rock ballads loudly as the warm air rushes through my nostrils and over the fuzz of an ever receding hairline.