Good-bye Days Inn. You treated me kindly.
Rarin' to go on Day 2.
Planning ahead, wearing long sleeves so that my arm didn't burst into flames.
New Mexico desert.
Entering Arizona. The desert, she's big.
Arizona landscape.
Indian craft shops, cool geology.
More desert.
Rocks.
Driving into a sandstorm in Arizona--the desert, again.
The other side of the sandstorm--snow-capped mountains.
The Country Host Restaurant in Flagstaff, Arizona. Del's Diner's got nothing on this place. The
chorizo and eggs were delectable.
Hitting the home stretch.
Entering
Kaibob National Forest.
Driving down into the bluffs.
The first palm trees, just outside of
Ludlow, California. Speaking of which, I didn't realize I was in California until I ran into the California Inspection Station. I pulled in and the officer asked me where I was coming from. I could barely hear him from the hours of being pummeled by the wind. Then he asked me if I was transporting any plants or animals or if I had any fruits or vegetables. I thought, "Who in the hell drives around with those kinds of things?" Then, about 10 minutes later, I realized I had a bunch of bananas riding shotgun with me.
Oopsy-daisy.
Driving into the California hills.
My first taste of LA traffic. Pretty fun stuff.
Downtown LA--not as big as you might think.
Billboards are everywhere the eye can see.
Why go to two places when you can get both homemade soups AND homemade jelly at the Hungry Fox? LA is A-OK with me!
The
Simpsons out enjoying the sunshine.
Finally: (Tad's) Home Sweet Home.
The church across the street.
Your typical LA parking sign. Piece of cake, right?
And thus, my first LA parking ticket. I've officially arrived!
Good-bye Days Inn. You treated me kindly.
Rarin' to go on Day 2.
Planning ahead, wearing long sleeves so that my arm didn't burst into flames. 
New Mexico desert. 
Entering Arizona. The desert, she's big.
Arizona landscape.
Indian craft shops, cool geology. 
More desert. 
Rocks.
Driving into a sandstorm in Arizona--the desert, again.
The other side of the sandstorm--snow-capped mountains. 
The Country Host Restaurant in Flagstaff, Arizona. Del's Diner's got nothing on this place. The chorizo and eggs were delectable. 
Hitting the home stretch.
Entering Kaibob National Forest. 
Driving down into the bluffs. 
The first palm trees, just outside of Ludlow, California. Speaking of which, I didn't realize I was in California until I ran into the California Inspection Station. I pulled in and the officer asked me where I was coming from. I could barely hear him from the hours of being pummeled by the wind. Then he asked me if I was transporting any plants or animals or if I had any fruits or vegetables. I thought, "Who in the hell drives around with those kinds of things?" Then, about 10 minutes later, I realized I had a bunch of bananas riding shotgun with me. Oopsy-daisy. 
Driving into the California hills.
My first taste of LA traffic. Pretty fun stuff. 
Downtown LA--not as big as you might think.
Billboards are everywhere the eye can see. 
Why go to two places when you can get both homemade soups AND homemade jelly at the Hungry Fox? LA is A-OK with me!
The Simpsons out enjoying the sunshine.
Finally: (Tad's) Home Sweet Home. 
The church across the street.
Your typical LA parking sign. Piece of cake, right?
And thus, my first LA parking ticket. I've officially arrived!
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