[G2:1113]I don't know if it was spending a few hours inside yesterday or the fact that I switched out of my sneakers into my lucky all-terrain shoes, but one or both seem to have paid off. I feel like I actually accomplished something today. I'm tired, stinky and sticky with sweat. My face feels like I just woke up from an open-mouth nap.
When I first got up this morning, the sky was overcast and the light was dreary, so I was afraid I was going to have to make my way up to Phoenix, possibly even Flagstaff, to escape the bad weather. But after I showered and moped around the motel room for a little while, the clouds parted, leaving Tucson extremely sunny and extremely hot — a welcome condition that stayed with me as I shot locations the entire day.
In fact, before it was even 2:00, I had already shot four destinations, which has to be some kind of record for me. By the time I stopped at Chipotle for lunch, I had finished with an 18th-century chapel whose [g2link:1098]carved figures[/g2link] predict the end of the world, a pedestrian bridge shaped like a [g2link:1113]giant rattlesnake[/g2link], a collection of [g2link:1101]religious statues[/g2link] built by a homeless man and an [g2link:1107]open-air chapel[/g2link] said to memorialize a slain adulterer.
That pretty much finished off what I needed in Tucson, save for the Kon Tiki, a tiki bar I had been excited to visit for several weeks. But I never could get hold of the proprietor, so I used the extra time to nearly get run over by a train while grabbing some better diamondback shots and to photograph [g2link:1122]another chapel[/g2link] for story I've been giving thought to about the profusion of capillitas ("little chapels") across the state.
I could probably have tried driving out to something wackier, but I surely would've fallen asleep at the wheel after an hour and spent the night picking glass out of my eye. In the end, I think I saved time.
[G2:1119 class=right]Now I'm spending what little energy I have left to prepare for my trip toward Phoenix tomorrow, as I sit in a mistake of a motel room trying to overcome the reek of air freshener. I will then try to fall asleep while replaying in my head the conversation I had with the motel clerk that seemed would never end. (Remember, I'm still in Tucson. And I'm not making this up.)
"... and what type of vehicle are you driving?"
"A Tucson."
"No, what type of vehicle are you driving?"
"A maroon Tucson."
"Your car. What kind of car do you drive?"
"That Tucson." I pointed to the Tucson right outside the glass door and wondered what question he thought I was answering.
"I need to know what you drove here."
"... a Hyundai."
"What model?"
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