Blogosphere by DG
Here we are at the best Western on I 15 somewhere north of San Bernardino. We are close to El Cajon Pass. Yesterday we hiked 22 miles and so you can imagine how delirious we were coming out of a valley smack onto a major highway linking Los Angeles to Las Vegas. It was Sunday night about 5 o'clock and the traffic was incredible. Rush-hour on a Sunday night. What's interesting to me is that people from LA the city of stimulus, lights, glitter, craziness need to go to Las Vegas. Can they not find what they need in Los Angeles? It was bumper-to-bumper to Las Vegas and bumper-to-bumper from Las Vegas. Tidy camper and dirty girl stumble up the hill onto that freeway exit and head toward the Best Western and McDonald's which is about half a mile away. They walk toward McDonald's and dirty girls stands before the menu board in the drive-through section like it was the holy Grail. Cars were driving around her and everyone was staring at her. Everyone. Tidy camper was not interested in the McDonald's menu and was laying on a bench outside the restaurant. People were also staring at her because she looks even stranger than dirty girl - a high-tech hiking geek on the Safari. After dirty girl reads the menu they MoveOn and what does dirty girl run into next? A young boy running a fruitstand stall - pineapples mangoes apples cucumbers. It was all she could do to restrain herself from digging into her pack to find her money. Tidy camper was patiently waiting. The fruit was not organic she was not interested. Dirty girl no longer cares about organic. In order to reach the best Western they have to cross the I 15 on a bridge. Underneath are millions of cars and open farm trucks loaded with unidentifiable things. White things. Dirty girl turns to tidy camper to ask what she thinks are in those trucks. Tidy camper looks terrified. Cement, onions, I don't know. She was having a panic attack. The bridge was shaking too vigorously and the cars were too loud. Dirty girl was laughing. She thrives on excitement. Actually she was slightly frightened because every time she crosses a high bridge or is in a high place she feels like she's going to throw herself off. So far it hasn't happened. They finally reach the peace and solace of the Best Western, built to keep out the noise of multipe freeways intersectiing and a major train route passing through. The best Western... Sheets with the threadcount of over 300 which is a hell of a lot better than the Motel 6 hair shirts we slept on. There were amenities like shampoo and a very large flat screen TV. This was a definite upgrade from the Motel 6. Dirty girl and tidy camper got a room with two queen size beds. After sleeping in a dwarf size tent they now need their space. Each of them can now take up the entire queen size bed all by themselves.
Dirty girl immediately took a bath but she had forgotten how. Somehow she decided to sit in the hot water with her dirty clothes floating in the water beside her. What was she thinking? Obviously not about getting clean.
The closest eating place was next-door -Dell taco. It's comparable to a McDonald's but Mexican-style. Dirty girl loved her vegetarian taco with curly fries but tidy Camper was less than happy with her eight layered vegetarian burrito. Honestly she prefers her nuts. She must of been a squirrel in a previous lifetime. After eating they waddled around for a while, took a Jacuzzi, and then dirty girl gave tidy camper an acupuncture treatment. Tidy camper has a slight foot problem, that same old neuroma thing. It is being kept under control with needles, herbal patches and a gel pad. Dirty girls feet are mainly bruised and swollen at the end of each day but they seem to recover by the next morning. The bones feel bruised and mutilated. She's discovering ways to trick and out-smart them however.
All in all a pleasant stay at the best Western. We are getting ready to climb up 6000feet starting in about an hour. Pray for us!
Next stop Wrightwood California in 1 1/2 days.
One last shout out to my brother who turned 63 yesterday. Happy birthday and keep living. Bye for now
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