I think that I stopped trying to load the truck at 1400, I was just trying to secure everything, although I saw a couple of my boxes in the garage and put them in the truck.
Mom spent hours telling us to put more and more things in the truck, but we drove down safely.
There are about 10 miles at 65 MPH north of Payson, but I was not driving faster than 55 until we got to Rye.
My last girlfriend sent me a picture of elk in Payson, but soon after you leave you go down some big hills and hit Rye, which is apparently at 3,133 feet, but Payson is above 3,000.
Gilbert is at 1,237 and will hit 113°.
I once looked into man-made mountains, thinking that if someone could buy a vast tract of land east of Phoenix and dump millions of pounds of, well, anything I guess, but dumped dirt on top, and compacted everything, well, everything would settle, but if you could make it a mile high while still being relatively close to Phoenix, that would have many advantages.
The problem is that you would need twenty miles at a 5% grade. If you just need one flatter side, how steep could the other sides be without risking a landslide?
25%?
So, if you had a one-square-mile city, it would be 25 miles wide and nine miles north-to-south.
I don't know how to calculate that volume and I don't want to look it up. In theory you could mostly make it out of garbage, but who would want to live on that?
When I was twenty someone mentioned you could have a spiral road going around a hill, so let's say that you have a square-mile city with a 20% grade and a spiral. I don't have any idea how to calculate the angle of a spiral path around a cone, but if you can make it 5 times as long in order to achieve the 5% grade, maybe you could achieve everything with a 9x9 man-made mountain, although one long ramp sounds much safer than a spiral.
I did find examples of man-made mountains.
Oh well.
Anyway, the landlord said that he would put the key in a lock box, but we thought he meant Friday night, not Saturday morning, so I looked all over, and Mom looked in the same area repeatedly, and had me help her look in a few different areas and then back again before she let me get us a hotel.
I bought the three of us breakfast at Denny's, which was the only time that I sat still the entire day, having woken up at 6.
Breakfast cost over $80.
The hotel was supposed to cost something like $105 and it came with a pretty nice breakfast.
I tried booking on-line, but had some difficulty and just decided to drive the truck and trailer over, walk inside, and see.
I drove the truck and trailer over after 10, found the lock box, and got in. Since Mom and my brother don't really help and sometimes get in the way I just went to park the truck, but before I finished, a new neighbor was yelling and cursing at me.
I start emptying the truck into the garage. Mom said that my sister would bring her sons to help unload, but she just took her kids to swim in the hotel and yelled at me when she brought Mom, my brother, and their bags--but not mine.
I unloaded the truck into the garage mostly by myself. My brother did move some boxes, but perhaps several out of dozens. My sister told him to help and I was carrying a box, so I said "Brother, please take this box, take this box, why are you walking away from me?!" and did not try again, but Mom did.
Bizarrely, my sister's family allegedly would have helped unload the truck, but they did not have any interest in moving the boxes from the garage, which is out of the sun and cooler than the outside, into the house, where we actually want them.
The house did not come with shower curtains or rods, so I took a bath in my giant tub.
I swear that bathtubs are designed for people 4’ tall. Mine is designed for morbidly-obese Oompa Loompas.
I rinsed out my clothes, wrung them out the best I could, and unhappily put them back on, but they quickly dried--inside.
Dad had two cabinets that Mom had me put in storage years ago and wanted me to donate, but I asked if she wanted one for the television, and she told me to bring in the smaller one.
My niece and nephew tried to set up the television, but the feet were too wide for the smaller cabinet, so they reversed them, and they angle inward.
It looks weird!
My sister and her husband brought a couch from the guest room.
I don't have any idea where they will put their clean laundry now!
My sister wanted us to buy mattresses from Costco, but I wanted to go to the store with the largest selection of mattresses so we could buy the one that was best for each of us.
Mom had me drive to the Mattress Firm and we didn't go anywhere else.
The salesman said that it takes 30 days for a new bed to... tenderize(?) and for Stockholm Syndrome to set in, plus I bought one of those expensive adjustable bases, but I wanted to go to bed long before I cut the plastic off and put down the sheet that was free with my $2,700 purchase.
Mom needed me to help her and my brother put the bottom sheet on her bed.
She shared a king with Dad, but replaced it with a queen when we lost him.
My then-girlfriend and I replaced that with a firm one when Mom was out shopping and Mom never noticed, but she stopped complaining that she woke up with a broken back.
The Mattress Firm does not actually carry mattresses, we drove to Tolleson, about 40 minutes each way, in a horribly-loud Uhaul, to get ours.
She is still sleeping, but my brother got up and laid in his recliner, so maybe we could have just taken him to Big Lots, although they might not have had a twin xl in-stock.
I wish that I had asked about a military discount for Mom and my brother, but their mattresses were $950 each. Mom didn't seem bothered and could have said "Actually, I need to return our mattresses and buy them again with Xist's discount" if she wanted to.
I had my brother buy a twin xl, but I wouldn't let Mom buy $250 boxes of lies, and I need to order Mom a platform bed and bring down mine for my brother.
I woke up several time and laid there partially awake for a while, but I did not really toss and turn, which was interesting.
I did not feel that I slept well and I sure feel sore!