Starting mileage: 59382
Yesterday's mileage: 617
|No garage, so the Duchess gets a blankie for the night|
|The mountains towering over Flagstaff, first thing in the morning|
One of the things he found was that when she was made, she was shipped directly to a luxury car dealership in Beverly Hills. The keys were attached to the original leather keyfob with their logo on it, and that dealership is named on the license plate surrounds still on the car.
I am a California native and very proud of it, but I have to say, of the entire journey coast to coast, the final approach through the Mojave Desert is the ugliest of all. Okay, you either love the desert or you don't, and I don't; even banked by majestic foothills and mountains, the floor of the desert is flat and featureless, with sand and rocks and scrub and Russian Thistle (tumbleweeds to you). We laughed because when we encountered the California Welcome Center, it was 150 miles from the state line, not the two to five miles that was customary in every other state we'd passed through. I figure that's because until you get to Barstow, CA (and, in my not so humble opinion, not even there), there is certainly nothing welcoming about the landscape.
Except that you can open the wind wings and enjoy the breeze, even in December.
Cresting the long grade of the Cajon Pass on the west side of Victorville, heading into San Bernadino the Duchess took in stride, despite the rotten roadway (Caltrans had apparently added another lane to the existing road while imperfectly scrubbing out the previous lanes). Nine months of the year, I drive in the tiny Hamptons, so my first few days (weeks?) of California driving are an exercise in recovering my nerve, and going over the pass was a bit of a white knuckler. Cars and trucks sped by us on both sides on the 6% downgrade even with the choppy, weather-beaten roadway.
|I don't want to live on this street either.|
Some observations en route:
-- Descending from the mountains in Flagstaff, we encountered the first instance of skunk as roadkill. This is common out west, but I have never seen or smelled a skunk out east. Maybe they don't grow there?
--Similarly, until we hit the Arizona state line we had not had even a single bug killed on the windscreen. Maybe bugs hibernate in cold climates.
--Sign: "DRIVE HAMMERED. GET NAILED." LOL!
--Sign advertising what food was available off the next exit: "Roadkill 66 Cafe." (Really!!!)
--The smell of eucalyptus as we approached Laguna Canyon!!
And we made it!!!
|Safe and sound. Unpacking at our winter home!|
Ending mileage: 59844
Today's mileage: 482
TOTAL MILEAGE: 3,204
Thanks for coming along for the ride!