This morning we took off for San Diego, which is about 170 miles due west of Yuma. In the first 50 miles on Interstate 8 -- and in very southern part of California we -- saw sand dunes... |
Then irrigated farmland... |
Then miles and miles of piles and piles of rocks. Note the tiny, red car on the road which give you an idea of how big the rock piles are. |
Above is what happens when I go out to unhook the tow car, leave an unfolded map on the passenger seat of the rig, and Cooper decides keep my seat warm. Or maybe he just doesn't like California. |
Boy, you fooled me with the "head-fake" towards Tucson, which is where I bet Sandy you were headed. I was not, however, surprised that you defied the federal government with the bananas in the sink, you always were an outlaw.
ReplyDeleteWe have to mix it up once in a while. Jim did his Navy basic training here and wanted to come back. We will eventually end up in Tucson, though.
ReplyDeleteDoes Cooper have his very own dog ramp? Deluxe.
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