My Side Door

Today, for almost no reason at all, I decided that I wanted the new iPhone 3Gs.  It has nearly nothing important over my iPhone 3G that’s just 1 year old, but for some reason, I wanted it.  The video doesn’t really matter to me.  The better camera doesn’t really matter to me, although a zoom lens on the camera might be handy…depends on how well it works.

At the same time, I thought, “What will I do with my old regular iPhone?”  Immediately, I thought, “Give it to Jan”.  Then I thought, “If Jan is going to move from Verizon to AT&T, what are the family talk plans from AT&T?”  And that prompted, “Should Hayley and Emily get an iPhone?”

Moments later it was decided:  The whole family might as well start drinking the Apple iPhone Kool-Aid.

And there you have it.  A call to AT&T to set up a FamilyTalk plan and a trip to the new iPhone store at Scottsdale Quarter, and we are now a 4 iPhone family.  Currently, my new iPhone 3Gs is synchronizing with iTunes, downloading all of my apps, songs, pictures, and what not.

Next up, each of the girls’ new iPhones (they got the $99 iPhone 3G 8Gb version), and then the port of Jan’s number from Verizon to AT&T, followed by setting up her iPhone.

Oh, and just as the real Apple love affair was starting to really set in tonight, the first call I placed on my new iPhone dropped twice.  I was checking in with my sister Shannon, who had surgery on her ear last week, so you know…nothing important (sarcasm).  The first drop was while I was driving through my neighborhood (that was somewhat expected), and the second time while in my house, after we had been talking just fine for 10 or 15 minutes.  No reason at all for the second drop, other than AT&T just deciding I had talked long enough, I guess.  That first call was a 3G call.  I’m going to give 3G a workout over the next few days to see if it’s worth trying to go 3G yet, but I’m already expecting I’ll need to switch back to the tried and true Edge network.

Another crappy view. Chicken Point is off the Broken Arrow Trail. I was pretty much toast by the time I got here. Being off the mountain bike since February wasn’t a good idea, but with the 65 mile Tour of White Mountains on October 3 more saddle time is in order.

For those curious, it was only 102 at 3:30p when I started and just 95 when I finished at 6pm. Even though the clouds were threatening, there wasn’t any rain.

I was attempting to head north to Flagstaff to ride my mountain bike in the relative cool, when traffic came to a halt. A small U-Haul had caught fire and pulled well off the freeway. The car fire then started a brush fire that is now burning ong both sides of the northbound lanes near the old Sunset Point rest area.

This was a bit over 2 miles down the trail. Very rugged and steep trail.