Fancy Schamcy Palm Springs. You know this because we had to tip the bellman (who thought we were refreshingly strange) and we have a phone by the toliet.
Currently sitting in the Palm Springs IHOP, which has orange juice served with a bendy straw. Win.
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Two hours later we’re in LA. The Squid doesn’t quite know what to do with all of Arthur’s cats.
Busy Busy Busy, Squidlings. Be good to each other.
Tucson might be one of the prettiest places on earth.
Between the Bar-be-que and the seaside room, The Squid didn’t want to leave! Cousin Fred and Peg were so much fun!
But Palm Springs awaits. Perhaps there will finally be a pool.
Cowboy boot day was a success. It only took 10 minutes to get them off this time. Progress!
LA is creeping up on us now, Squidling! Are you ready?
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand! She’s got big ole hairy legs… just like my uncle Stan? Or… something…
Crossed the Rio Grande. Just like the Pilgrims.
Today we pass through New Mexico (Now Cleaner than Old Mexico!). The Squid tried to convince The Dad to take him to see Fred in the ABQ but alas, our drive did not allow it. :-(
On a happier note, ITS COWBOY BOOT DAY! Wear’em if you got ‘em!
Next stop Cousin Fred’s! Don’t go changing, Squidlings!
The Squid and The Me ponder the Hotel Conspiracy To Keep Us From Swimming. Will we ever find relief from dry land?
The Dad takes down Dickeys Barbeque like The Squid takes down baby whales, with class and extreme prejudice.
Pecos Texas! Home of the first Rodeo! And a Walmart! And a Sonic! And nothing else!
Best hotel of the trip though. Both our keys worked! We wore our new cowboy boots around Walmart and felt very Texas-y. Then we went back to the hotel, helped each other out of our boots, ate TV dinners and passed out.
Today is a short day, only about 4 hours to Las Cruces and a New Timezone. Yaaaay…
We may see mountains today. First time since Tennessee! Oooooo.
There will also be much flirting with the Mexican border. So until then…
Stay cool, los calamaritos!
