French toast and Vermont maple syrup ... what a fine breakfast on this clear morning!
Did I mention toast? We'll it sure wasn't "toast"y outside. 22 degrees. But, the wind had left us to another clear day to close up and head for the highway again. However, one doesn't close up too fast when there's a frozen hose that had been appropriately disconnected from the water source to protect the coach's plumbing, but was not drained. A solid white snake for the sun to de-freeze. Then, the awnings that protect the slides were covered in ice that had to be removed before bringing the slides in. Not having this challenge before, it was a very careful ascent to the roof and careful creeping along the icy roof to dislodge the ice and remove it from the awnings. Earning another "Hero" medal, I then washed the windshield of remaining assorted road kill, and we were on our way again. Destination? Needles, CA which was boasting 70 degree temps, far from our frigid number.
However, as we approached Needles, we felt that it was too early to stop, especially since we gained an hour at the California border. Sooo ... looking at the map and seeing absolutely no place to overnight between Needles and Barstow, Doris took the wheel and we headed for the Mojave desert town of Barstow. Not a place to live, but a place to overnight. Besides, there are factory outlet stores, Flying J Truck Stop, and an Elks Lodge. So, here I am, sitting at the dining table, Doris charging down our famed California highways with the sun in her face, each mile taking us closer to our Bay Area home. I'm not sure I'm ready, but then Doris wasn't ready to start this trip ... and yet it's been great doing this together. If she can adjust to three months on the road with her beloved, then I will adjust to being home with mine.
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| Warning to all truckers: Mama's heading for home! |
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