The high desert is a beautiful place to hunt. I met Gio Schianna at the YMCA High Desert Hunt Club.
I didn’t even get to the Arizona line before I realized my mistake. The top was down and I was marveling at the rough mountains and remarkable terrain of the Nevada desert. It had already occurred to me I was going to be driving across the country on roughly the same route Todd and Buzz had traversed in their Corvette convertible way back in the 60s. I wasn’t in a Corvette convertible; I was in an old Mustang Convertible I’d just bought in Las Vegas. I should have driven back to Las Vegas and arranged for my wife, Cherie, to fly out on the next plane to join me for the ride back. It would have been a wonderful adventure, but I didn’t make the call. By the time I was half way across Arizona, I wished I had.