Septemeber 20 – Trails End

Nancy and I agree that if you try to drive 66 from California to Chicago somewhere around Pasadena you would just turn around and go back home.

We left Barstow this morning with only 125 miles left to drive.  The first 50 miles or so were countryside and I will admit that knowing we were ending this saga made me drive a little slower and linger a little longer at the various stops along the way. 

Then..

It happened..

We hit the LA area and drove through some 15 suburbs and at least 84,239 lights all of which sadistically turned red as I approached.  When I forced my way through  one intersection on a questionable yellow light Nancy screamed “What are you doing” and I just muttered words not for the young under my breath.

Bottom line: this pathetic little trip of 125 miles took 5 hours to complete.

But…

We are here in Santa Monica.  The famous pier is just down the street and the marker for the end of the Mother Road, with Nancy and I beside, is tucked away in our cameras along with a spectacular sunset over the Pacific.

The journey is over.  The sights could be seen have all been seen.  The dream I have had for low these many years is complete.

What’s that Nancy? Oh yeah.  We do have that drive back to South Carolina.

We will be here in Santa Monica today and tomorrow. NOTE TO UNCLE HAL: We will be at Dodger Stadium tomorrow night so watch the T.V. and if we see you we’ll wave.

Friday we head for Las Vegas for two days and then: turn on the afterburners we’re headed home.

If you have enjoyed reading this diary stay tuned as I wax poetic and philosophic on my feelings about the this trip, the road and all it has meant to us in these last 10 days.

Tonight we indulged on a wonderful filet, some very special petite shiraz and as I gazed in to the eyes of a most special woman…

Nancy said, “quit staring at that blonde.”

Life is Good but sometimes precarious.