We arrived at Dave’s Thursday afternoon, simply shattered.
The stats:
Never again . . . not like that.
Flagstaff, Arizona
We were somewhere around Albuquerque when the drugs began to take hold and Gazza finally passed out. . . . At the next fill-up, I gladly relinquished driving duties to The Wife and enjoyed my first reading of the trip before taking a very short snooze.
The longest day of driving so far, but probably the easiest with Gazza konked out. Some pretty stunning scenery between Angel Fire and Flagstaff . . . first time through this part of the U.S. The Wife and I’ve decided to take a long weekend trip to Sedona once we get settled in Laguna Beach.
Tomorrow, then: the last haul to Southern California, stopping off for the weekend at my friend Dave’s house in Silver Lake. I’m looking forward to a stiff drink soon upon arrival.
Angel Fire, New Mexico
Yesterday’s drive from Amarillo to Angel Fire was dominated by Gazza’s meowing, despite having loaded him up with a quadruple dose of sedatives. Again, travelling halfway across the U.S. with a cat is lunacy. . . .
A nice time spent with my brother and his family. We ran into Taos last night for dinner after a drive around the area.
Today we’re headed to Flagstaff, Arizona. Gazza will be medicated again. I will go temporarily insane again. . . .
Amarillo, Texas
The movers arrived at 8:30 a.m. They left at three with almost all our earthly possessions. We were on the road 30 minutes later.
The Wife gave Gazza his sedative (half a pill) 40 minutes before we left. . . . It didn’t do a damned thing. She ended up giving him two pills (two day’s worth) and still he meowed incessantly.
Got pulled over somewhere in West Texas for driving 76 in a 70. No ticket; just wasting my time.
I want to be settled. . . .
Oh, and our movers won’t arrive until 8 August. So much for settling. . . .