After Patton’s gas station, it’s back into the hills. I
played every cliché song , Goin’ to California by Led ZeppelinWild Wild West by the
Culture Club, Route 66 by Depeche Mode,
Finally,
I put on Queens of the Stone Age and left it as I headed out of
the desert and over the hills where there are giant wind mills that greet you in Desert Hot Springs and
a couple of casinos. There’s also wind—LOTS OF WIND! Enough wind to make you
think it’s going to pick up your car and send it spinning.
After the wind,
there was a rain storm, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing since my truck had
enough desert dust to be almost an “ashetone tan”. I’d hoped to make it into
Los Angeles before the sun went down, but with the sun dropping below the hills
and 130 miles left to go, that wasn’t going to happen. Also, all of the storage
places were already closed, which meant we were going to have to unload my
truck then reload it to go back to
storage.
We used two grocery carts to unload everything from the
truck. It took me and several friends an entire day to pack. When I got to L.A.
it took us less than an hour to unpack. The picture frames made it. The clothes
and books made it. And yep, the drums made it. Which meant it was time for a
drink.
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| Old-Fashioned pictured above...in case you're wondering. |
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