Miss Pants...

We have a saying in our family: if you get called "Mr. Pants" or "Miss Pants", it is a sign you are wearing your Pissy Pants.  We leave off the "pissy" part in case we are in polite company.

We left San Diego this morning at 8:30.  It was a beautiful sunny day; cool, no wind.  A good day for traveling.  The destination is the Phoenix area for the next month or so, but we decided to see how things were going before making any commitment for how many miles we'd make today.

One of us apparently did not want to leave San Diego.  I'm not mentioning any names, but she was quite happy with our RV site, surrounded by a tall hedge.  She could watch the birds in that hedge.  And lay in the sun in the back picture window of the 5th wheel.  Yes, little Isabella is a great traveler, but this morning she was uncharacteristically frumpy.

She did not want to go in her carrier.  Once in the truck, she did not want to come out of the carrier.  She burrowed under the blanket in the carrier...

When we did manage to coax her out, she sat on the center console facing the back of the truck.  If you accidentally touched her, she barked.  Really, it is very rare that she is anything but sweet.

 Crossing the mountains east of San Diego, we came across the snow that had fallen... still some at the 4,000 foot level...

We stopped for fuel in Yuma, and Joan took Izzy into the 5th wheel for some lunch.  She came back in the truck with a whole new attitude.  She sat by us, rubbed up on us, and was just her sweet little self again.

We took a different route from Yuma, east on I-8 to Gila Bend, then north to the Phoenix area.  Different desert... after Yuma, there isn't much to look at.

We pulled into our site at the RV park near our daughter and son-in-law's house, same place we always stay.  We set up for a month stay, and after having her supper, little Izzy heard a bird outside the door...

She's a happy girl. :-)