May 4, 2020, Flagstaff-
Two vehicles, full of necessaries, pulled into the parking lot of Little America Resort Hotel, in the center of this sprawling forested city. The drivers, yours truly and a longtime friend, arrived two hours ahead of the designated time for meeting another friend, a member of the Navajo Nation, who was to take the cargo the rest of the way. We each had our lunch of choice and stretched out, in our respective vehicles, to while the time away until then- he, playing a video game and I, taking a nice long nap.
This was my first time out of Navajo County, since March 13, and my first time out of the Prescott area, since March 22. Of course, everything is as I remembered it-in terms of greenery, the layout of cities and towns. Everything is also changed, and as in Prescott, meals are served to go and the picnic table has replaced the patio. I heard, a few minutes ago, that there is a chance restaurants will open for Mothers Day. That would mean rush orders and frantic cleaning, as well as convincing workers to come back-and give up their unemployment. So, it would have to be a genuine restart-not a game of fits and starts.
Anyhow, right at 2 p.m., our Dineh friend and his cohort arrived, and we got all the items transferred, in short order. The supplies will make many people happy and re-assured. There may be other such deliveries. God knows I have the time to assist-clear to next Spring. For now, though, it’s nice to be alive, and useful. I will stop by and purchase a cold brew coffee from a young friend who owns a shop in Sedona, and then head on back to Home Base.