Seems my trip and the migration of the Painted Lady butterflies crossed paths in a wicked way. There were so many splattered across my windshield I had to stop just about every 1.5 hours to clean them off. The pictures don't do justice to how many butterflies kamikazied to their deaths on the beautiful Al Green (that's my car...the Reverend Al Green). I had to pay $15 at the car wash to get them out from underneath the car. I still haven't taken a look to see what bits of orange are splashed across my engine. I think that's a look of disgust on poor Hello Kitty's face. I'm afraid the trip was quite harrowing on her. She jumped in fright every time one of those bugs slapped the window. Poor dear.
Here's my favorite part about Arizona
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