… not to mention the cat. This is the start of a seven part series on a road trip I took 30 July to 05 August 2016. A dear friend and fellow writer Debra bought a house in southern Alabama, leaving her California home of forty years. Traveling in her car with her and her cat Loki across the United States was a privilege, an adventure and tasted oh so bittersweet.
30 July 2016 / North Orange County, California to Tucson, Arizona / 473 miles
I woke at 4:00 AM with a groan. Way too early. It took much work to prepare my house for time away and load Debra’s Toyota Yaris. Loki the cat is already not happy with the ride. With howls in the backseat, we head to fill the car with gas and Starbucks for us.
Mist hangs in the warm California morning.
Our Saturday ride is easier without the weekday commuter traffic. We cross the Arizona border after three hours. Our first stop is at Flying J, a place Debra’s sister recommended. Loki, relieved to be free of road noise, revels in a patch of grass.
We couldn’t find the cat leash and smaller carrier, so we stop at Casa Grande’s Petsmart to get a new leash and cardboard carrier. (Later we discovered they’d been left at my house.) Arizonans are nicer than Californians. Better drivers too.
We see spectacular desert landscapes, sometimes granite tan and sometimes dark gray shale. Watch endless freight trains on tracks that disappear into the horizon.
My family is moving this month to Arizona, and I’m thrilled to see a sign for Prescott. We arrive in Tucson about 5:00 PM. We bunk at an inexpensive motel with Saguaro cactus on the lot. After fish and chips at a local eatery, we see a great sunset, followed quickly by a rainstorm. Car cleaned!
So knackered. Time to sleep.
Trip report respectfully submitted by, Michelle K