We spent a restful day at my parents house in Williams, Arizona, then made the last push to San Diego, our final destination, the end of the continent. Arizona was our home for about a year, and when we woke up after a night there, it was as if we had never left. I was offered a stable job at the Grand Canyon. We thought “are we stupid to leave here?” But those are the times when you must push forward, the times when most would take the easy road instead of doing what they really wanted. We almost always do what we want, so found ourselves on I-40 west with Los Angeles on the highway signs, only hundreds of miles away.
Usually we take the old Route 66 to L.A. and then cut south to San Diego. This time we chose to take a shorter but slower direction by turning south right after entering California. The desert got CRAZY – super hot with dust storms as we passed through abandoned towns, dried up and shriveled remains of old dreams and desires. We had a CouchSurfing hose in Moab tell us a story about a guy he knew that went out hiking in the desert and they never found him. “When the desert decides to take you, there is nothing you can do about it,” he said very seriously. The desert sure is a strange place that demands respect.
With that said, we were worried about the car, making sure we wouldn’t run out of gas, sweating and sweating and… but we got through and soon were gazing upon the beautiful palm trees near Palm Springs.
The last bit was the longest, as it always is. We hit a mountain range that was unexpected and we again worried about our brakes smoking. But, all of a sudden,finally, FINALLY WE MADE IT WHOOO SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA YEAH WHOO GET US TO THE OCEAN YIPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stay tuned for more from one of the most beautiful cities in the U.S. of A. Be ready to get jealous as we leave you with a picture from Sunset Cliffs Natural Park, near our new home in Ocean Beach.