My first day of my cross country
trip went smoothly. Sportster used his bathroom immediately as is his habit as
soon as we hit the road. The customary winds that ravage through the Banning
Pass were lying down and because it was a Saturday, traffic was light. The
sights and adventures are why I travel but also driving the open road releases my
mind to journey down its own highway. My thoughts become occupied, examining my
book’s plot and imagining scenes. By the time I reach my destination for the
day I’m eager to put them on paper.
The morning sped by and soon we were passing the
cotton fields in Blythe that painted the landscape like polka dots. We crossed
over the Colorado River where locals splashed at its edge, casting fishing
lines into its smooth flow while they soaked up the sun’s rays that promised a
day in the eighties. I said so long to California and hello to Arizona.
Traveling only two hundred miles a
day is going to be nice because by eleven in the morning, after driving four
hours, we were boon docked (no electricity, no water, and no nothing) at Dome
Rock just outside of Quartzite Arizona. I had my first opportunity to enjoy my
new floor plan in my rig.
After a bite of lunch, a walk in the
desert worked off the stiffness of sitting.
I returned to my home on wheels to get some writing done until the sun went down.
