Kathryn and I left this morning for a four-day weekend of camping at Roosevelt Lake, about a two-hour drive from Phoenix. After getting a relatively late start — 8:45 am being relatively late for us — and then making a stop for a second breakfast in a small town about ten miles from the lake, we arrived at our campsite just before noon.
Honestly, we’re not expecting to do much this weekend. I’ve cracked open my second beer, and Kathryn is deeply engrossed in a novel. We’re enjoying the shade and a gentle breeze in short sleeves. A neighboring camper is playing music just loud enough for us to enjoy but not loud enough as to be annoying.
Last time we were here, I got no service at all on my phone, and Kathryn got a couple bars of 2G service. This time we’re both getting at least two bars of 4G service, which is how I was able to upload a photo. Whether that constitutes an improvement depends on your perspective. Sometimes disconnecting is the whole point of getting away.