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More driving. But unlike yesterday, today is Stacy's birthday; just sayin'. Other than that, lots of driving, and finally, home. But it was a good week, I'd say.
| 12:00am | Much like the catch-phrase of the 70s, we've kept on truckin'... The odometer reads 100,976, which gives us 1,137 miles for the day. And of course, the odometer is spinning faster now, since Arizona is a pretty consistent 75 MPH speed limit (but exceed it by more than 10 MPH and you're arrestable, just make a note of that). |
| 2:01am | We cross over from New Mexico into Arizona, having sponged up the 165 or so miles of I-10 in no time flat. |
| 2:14am | Without too much argument, Tubby hands over the keys to Robin, and heads off to make sleepy eyes. Which seems like a reasonable thing, I s'pose. |
| 3:32am | With a stop in Tuscon, Arizona for gas (18 gallons across 317 miles, or a 17.7 miles per gallon), a liter of Pepsi for Tubby and some 20s for Robin and Rachel, we're back on the road again with Robin still at the wheel. |
| 4:28am | There's nothing new to report. I just like typing to stay awake. |
| 5:19am | Robin passes the conn over to Tubby as we enter the southern Phoenix area. |
| 5:38am | Rachel suggests Tubby actually tries to sleep, and kicks him to the back; she drives. |
| 7:18am | There are times that I feel like a Muppet. Today was one of them, having driven under a rainbow, and yesterday, seeing the Pot of Gold on Royal Street. |
| 7:29am 6:29pm (PST) |
We cross over both from Arizona to California, and from Mountain standard time to Pacific standard time. The home-ness of being home (at least relative to time zone and state) sets in. |
| 8:01am | It's a bio break in La Quinta (at least I *think* it was La Quinta), but with gas starting at $2.23 a gallon, we opt to push ahead to see if we can't find it for a "cheaper" $2.00, say. It begins to lightly rain. |
| 8:08am | The rain begins full on, and the radio is mentioning flash flood warnings and such as we pass through the Orocopia Mountains along Interstate 10. Our speeds drop to a dismal 65 MPH, in the interest of safety and general annoyance to me (I'm one of those fast-flying ducks). |
| 8:34am | The rain lets up, first going to a light drizzle, then a mist, then just road spray before we return to dry road surface. |
| 9:05am | We veered off of Interstate 10, leaving it behind forever (on this trip) and are heading back up I-215 toward I-15 for the last 360 mile leg of the trip. Rachel goes off duty, and Tubby has the conn. (I was supposed to drive, but it's raining, and I'd prefer not to drive in inclement weather; you understand, certainly.) |
| 10:20am | A stop in Barstow gives us a new high for the amount paid for a gallon of gas -- $2.08 -- but the good news is, we only needed 23 gallons to fill up... wait, that wasn't good news at all. Dang. Tubby takes the wheel here, too. |
| 1:02pm | Jack-in-the-Box becomes a meal point on the final leg of the trip, and we pause here long enough for snacky cakes and beverages. |
| 3:48pm | We make a final touch-down at the travel annex, dropping off Robin. |
| 4:02pm | The travel vehicle is put in park for the day (and several days later, I suspect), and I'm going for a nap. |
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Well, this is probably my favorite part. Summarizing it all like a snapshot of 13 days of my life into a couple of bullet points. Fun, eh?
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