Author: Karen Fayeth

Smell it? I do.

I'm in Tucson.

Nuevo Mexico is but a hop, skip and a sniff away.

I am ready to leave Arizona and their 111 degree heat.

The expected 98 in Las Cruces sounds lovely.

Tonight I dine on green chile!

W00t!

…windmills…then I must be near Palm Springs.

Back on the road after an overnight in Orange County and a successful
visit to Grand Parentals of The Good Man.

We are eastbound on I-10 and headed for Phoenix. It is a good clear
day and it's starting to feel more like what I know.

Am a bit fragile today since Uncle of TGM opened many bottles of wine
and kept our glasses full until late last night.

I might bounce back after a Starbucks run..,

Curative powers of coffee…..

Ugh. The Grapevine. I hate it. The Good Man thinks it's cool.

One thing is clear:

When we drop down on the other side we'll be in L.A.

Ugh.

But L.A. is that much closer to where I belong….

Hello I-5, my old friend. Together again.

This is ugliest stretch of road I know. And I am from New Mexico. I
know from ugly roads.

Let me put it into perspective:

I'd rather drive that stick straight desolate highway between Vaughan/
Encino and Roswell a thousand times than I-5 just once.

Ah well…

Mother New Mexico, I'm coming home.

In preparation for road trippin’…setting up mobile blogging.

Look at me going wireless.