Looks like a great weekend ahead. Trying to simplify my approach.
After we visited the local museum in Shoshone, California, just outside the Death Valley National Park, I drew a sketch of one of the miners I saw in the display case. I showed the drawing to Kathy and said, "What is his name?"
She replied, without even pausing:
"That's Chuckawala Willy."
And so it is. I realize the formal pronunciation is chuckwala, but I have always pronounced it as chuck-ah-wala, because, well, I grew up in Kingman.
One of the major lessons Kathy and I learned on our recent jaunt to Nipton and Death Valley is: when coffee is as important to us as it is, we need to bring our own coffeemaker.
Why? I agree with this statement:
"Decaf? You mean brown sadness water?"
—A serious coffee drinker saying