Off we went - on a wet and stormy day, but we made it to Winslow in time for dinner (and yes! even my poor mangled mouth managed La Posada's wonderful corn and black bean soup, and the soft bits of the vegetable platter...). First image is looking towards San Bernardino - in pride of place since it's my favorite of the day - (it really demands being blown up large ...); second is maybe Eagle Rock - very early after getting on the freeway; then a rest area somewhere between Barstow and Needles, just before we were stuck in a long long long traffic jam because people were hauling an overturned truck out of the way, and then, eventually, Alice pushing the cart of kitties and their necessities and our overnight stuff into the hotel, which, as ever, is spectacular in its Christmas illuminations ... Moth and Gramsci slept the entire way. I suspect we're for a lively night.
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