Farley Heads for the Desert Southwest, Day 8: The Longest Trip to Tuscon

Today we planned to get a relatively early start for Tucson because there were lots of fun things going on in the afternoon.  But we woke up to steady drizzle in Phoenix, and were enjoying having coffee and hanging out with my aunt and uncle, so breakfast turned into lunch and we didn't head out until mid-day.

Before we left town, we had to stop to drain the brown water tank.  A few days back, we'd made van quesadillas with canned beef.  Full of fat. Which clogged Farley's drain.  So the holding tank was full of Drain-o and two pans of hot water.  Got that drained, then Marc wanted to stock up at Total Wine and Liquor (booze is SO much cheaper here than Montana), then gas, then FINALLY we got on the road.  But we only made it a few miles, to Chandler, when I remembered that the SanTan Brewing Company was located there.  So we pulled off for a visit.

Sampler for the girl (and boy; Marc shared since I was driving),

IPA for the boy.

Marc with Jack Daniels

in beautiful downtown Chandler.

Then we got on the road again.  Past the airplane graveyard.  I saw planes upon planes across the desert and Marc told me it was a plane storage ground.  I didn't believe him so we drove out there.  He was right.

The stormy sky distracts from the plans a little.

We finally made it to Tucson and camped at Catalina State Park, where it rained off and on all night.

Catalina State Park, a real campground, the next morning.