The usual just-past-mid-way stop between Los Angeles and Santa Fe at La Posada, looking at its summer best. Without Cats (this journey will be repeated in two weeks time, with Alice and with them), I'm in a wonderful patio room that I've always envied when walking past - pure happenstance - and very relaxing to sit outside on a swinging seat (if you don't mind trains, of course).
And I stopped for lunch at my favorite, ridiculous picnic spot - the Goff's Road exit, ten miles or so before Needles - complete with cracking and abandoned pools and concrete nymphs ...
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