A photo a day for thirty days
We enjoyed a long family breakfast with our second son and his family on our last day in California.
But DH, Beevis and I finally had to resign ourselves to the drive back home.
(Don’t you just love the smears of tire rubber on the barricade?)
Back through miles and miles of Mojave.
Past the ever scenic Death Valley.
Ten thirty p.m. and only three hours to go.
On and on and on—keep on rockin, baby,’ til the night is gone.
Fourteen hours later, after lots of gas from both fast food and service stations, we reached our destination. Good visit, great fun and nobody died.