Day Twenty - El Cajon to Phoenix


Leaving El Cajon

With heavy hearts we left my favorite cousin, Gene Pivero, and her sweetheart dog, Cindy Lou, to return to our travels.

Genie and Cindy Lou, or, as the dog thinks of it, Cindy Lou and Genie.

Actually, we're not sure Cindy Lou is a dog; but then we can't determine
what kind of mammalian life form she might be.

Saguaro Cactus; you can't not love them.

 

There are two choices of mounds of things in southernmost California on
the way to Arizona.  Piles of rocks...

...or piles of dirt.

 

Only a few of them show here, but there are hundreds and
hundreds of windmills generating electricity.

Welcome to Arizona

The camera stopped working as we entered Arizona, but we didn't.  In less than a hundred miles, we were tooling down to the East Camelback Avenue to our venue, Marriott Courtyard Hotel. Mary Frances called her cousin, Kathy Sweeney, who turned out to have a major infection brought on by the trip she had just returned from, so we were on our own.  Neither of us had eaten all day, so it was time for major steak, and we found some a few blocks east at The Capital Grille. 

After a sumptuous meal it was time to return to the hotel and get some much-needed downtime.  Tomorrow, we plan to see the Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert on our way to Albuquerque.  How wonderful to be an American and go any damned place we want to in this great country.