Road

I liked being in the car with Eric today. We drove across the Mojave, all brown and grey with a few twisted, sparse, whiskery, trees. It was beautiful, in it's fashion, and from the comfort of our air-conditioned vehicle.

We're good together on road trips (and cruises and work weeks and mornings, evenings, afternoons). We listened to the Smoke Signals soundtrack -- a good choice for the landscape. And then we arrived here in Barstow, California, where highways converge at the corner of Fast Food Lane and Outlet Stores Drive.



The parking lot landscaping of Barstow meets the high desert

BUT... we had Tommy's Original (that Los Angeles classic) for dinner, and now we're lounging about the hotel room.



The glorious fast food of my childhood (and many others' who grew up in the Los Angeles area): Tommy's Chili Tamale . A beef tamale, smothered in chili, and served with a slice of American cheese. God Bless America!

Life is good, even if it doesn't feel all that long.