Have a cow in Phoenix: 1.2

We made it to Phoenix. We met up with Michael (my former boss) at Sky Harbor and took an Uber to the hotel downtown.

One of the unfortunate things about Arizona is all the snakes. Heck, the baseball team is named after them! Mr. Chicken quickly got wrapped up by an iridescent blue snake. I thought for sure Mr. Chicken was a goner, as the snake had him all wrapped up. However, perhaps by magic, the snake released its grip and allowed Mr. Chicken to go.

It was quite a mooving moment.