We’re home. Four and a half days was wonderful, but not nearly long enough. The problem with staying away any longer is how hard it is to come back. Somewhere out there is a breaking point (or a healing point) where you don’t. And I probably have to.
Eight hours across the Mojave again, rest stops in reverse order, 105° and worse. Hissy was a champion!
Do you have any idea how long the lines are to get breakfast anywhere in Phoenix on a Sunday morning after church has let out? 45 minutes to an hour or more at one restaurant after another…
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 