…with a single trip
to Pueblo Toyota where while the rest of those waiting luxuriate in Megyn Kelly’s mean morning
rants we contented ourselves with Magic Little Girls and Fishes until the oil change was done.
L. then enjoyed a dental visitation, we some shopping,
a last stop at Jorge’s and after sausages were bought and smuggled off to Albuquerque,
back to the valley
for a last day’s last look up the creek
[packing and loading not shown]
we were on our way…
with Unexpected Conditions over Monarch,
clear but as predicted QUITE cold through the Gunnison
clearing but not nearly as cold
warm on the Trail Through Time and
into the Glare
to Salina for a not bad Super8 night despite the cycling heater, plus with El Mexicano back
in the hands of the Mexicans the food much improved. Come morning, west to Delta’s Rancher,
full of ranchers and, west of Delta, frost on Utah’s Western Desert.
one stop for the dogs at the Osceola turn, another at the Petroglyph Site [not shown] for them
and lunch under dull o-cast skies before Austin’s creepy year-round Christmas Serbians
keeping the faith and Aspiring
to the Greatness of bankrupt New Jersey Casinos.
Burning into Fallon
…and on out of there, too.
La Quinta in Reno elementally convenient though the co-option of our favorite Thai restaurant
by Tesla was less so. The Thais’ shabbier mid-town location was still open, however, and overflowing. Food as great as ever, but no not the same…so, next morning over the hill and
across the valley to Benicia well before the Great Emergency wherein the temporary/volunteer
at any rate utterly incompetent/unclear-on-the-concept Police wouldn’t let us exit the alley
due to an ancient hand grenade someone’d abandoned on the Capitol steps. In lieu of Evacuation we had to sneak out the front and down along the water to get to dinner at the Union.
All’s well that ends Ridiculously!
Nuevo año, no doubt.