The day began with a lady pulling up to our SUV in the parking lot of the Love’s in Lordsburg, NM and asking us if we wanted to give her leftover filet mignon to our dog, Hamilton. As tempting as it was to take expensive cuts of meat from a complete stranger at a random truck stop and giving it to a beloved family member, Tony declined the offer. And then we were off.
I didn’t sleep well the night before, so the day was harder to get through, especially when we hit LA traffic and time seemed to slow down. Tony teased me when I referred to Hwy 60 as “the 60”, because that’s something folks in Southern California do that isn’t necessarily true in a town like, for example, San Antonio, and that is throw a “the” in front of every freeway number. LA/Orange County has THE 405 and THE 90 and THE 22, versus “Loop 410”, “Hwy 90”, etc. in San Antonio. Tony thought it was funny that I reverted back to that habit as soon as we arrived…up until he did the exact same thing 5 minutes later. HAH!
We pulled into Westminster around 6:30pm local time, unloaded the SUV and collapsed. The adventure continues.