In a rhythm

It almost feel like I am in a rhythm. I say almost because I'm in an RV park about a mile from Disney Land and 2 miles from Angels Stadium and that's just not normal, but still there seems to be a rhythm to life that I am getting into. 

Last Saturday I had no rhythm, I was ready to quit and go home. Luckily there was no home to go to or I would have been gone. 

The details are boring, but the jist of things was we were camped at Theodore Roosevelt Lake northeast of Phoenix and it was hot. I didn't realize how unaccustomed to heat I had become, but it was 90 degrees and it may as well been a thousand. We kinda were boondocking kinda just not paying to park at a dry camp next to the marina. I didn't feel bad not paying because it was disgustingly filthy, but Sarah  wanted to be by the water and the state park was about a mile from the receding lake water, so in the filthy dust hole we were. I hate to give the impression that TR lake is disgusting and terrible and not worth visiting, but I also don't want to lie. 

So while i sweltered in the heat Sarahtoolk the kids down to the water only to quickly return letting me know of the dead fish and need for shoes at the beach. I just needed a nap and fired up the AC and then only darkness. It was clear that there was an electrical problem preventing the generator from getting juice to the lights and AC but my English degree didn't prepare me for fixing a problem like that. 

After looking at fuses and breakers like a monkey using a computer I pronounced it broken and that we had to get the hell out of this ridiculous heat. We planned to stay the night then get to Prescott where the altitude would get us away from the heat and hopefully we would find a decent mechanic to help with the electrica issues. I needed to clear my head so we agreed to leave after I went on A bike ride the following morning. 

I went for a ride and lost the keys. Yes, I lost the keys. The only keys we had to the Honda and they were somewhere on a dirt road out in the desert. 

I was a broken man. My spirits were trampled, I just wanted to burn it all and leave. But then a miracle happened. After screaming at the gods and a delicious sandwich I went back out and actually found the keys. They were smashed up and looked like hell, but I found them. Quickly the heat didn't seem as stifling, the beach didn't seem quite as disgusting and we spent the remainder of the day trying to have a fun day instead of hating our situation. 

Here is the lesson, we can make anywhere seem terrible, but with the right attitude, we can make a terrible place not so bad.