Driving 800 miles gets you a long way, even in Texas, and, after a very, very long day, we ended up 50 miles south of Phoenix. Most importantly, this put us in easy reach of home. Not to slight a Friday night in Eloy, Arizona, mind you.
And so the next day, after zooming across the Arizona and California deserts, we arrived in the city of broken roads and demon-ridden drivers, sprawling suburbs of tract homes peeking through the smog to greet us home, like the green fields of the Po Valley must have hailed seasoned centurions back from war.
It was rush hour, of course, but at least it was on a Saturday, and a little before five we rolled up our street, running inside to coddle our spoiled furry children.
Back to our own tiny apartment with no room for our excessive crap, back to our own bed, our own food, and our own wake-up calls from the Santa Monica Airport (where are all those Cessnas going?).
Home at last, and I ain't driving nowhere, no time.
Miles: 10044
Posted by yozhik at August 16, 2003 10:55 PM