Like all good things, this road trip must come to an end. Last night (Saturday) at dinner, I ccould really feel it winding down. I'm thinking about home, my beloved husband, our children, my hound and even the mountain bike. Its time to make tracks for Casa de Lane. I pass on the Sunday drive which promises great twisty roads, but not until 9-10 am, for an early start at daybreak out of Prescott.
The sun is just teasing darkness from the sky when I pull out of the hotel. Rather cool this morning. I bundle up tightly but am quickly chilled by the drive. I'm so cold that I stop early for fuel at a I-40/Route 66 little town mostly to stall and let my hands warm up. Even with gloves, they are stiff-cold. The fellow in the gas station opens up early for me. One of those gruff acting guys who warm up in a few minutes when they decide you're OK and turn out to be pretty neat person. The pics are his station and another business in the same town. angela
