Early risers
Our motel
I was told that the bakery opened at 7:00 AM so we were waiting outside at 7:05 AM when it really did let the public in. Several had opted for the full breakfast and given us their coupons so we left with quite a haul.
waiting for the bakery to open
Final goodbyes said again, the three of us got into the truck and headed for Buellton where I topped the truck up at Tom's Market. Sherm figured he got beat because Tom's pricing of refills is significantly less generous than Circle K.
We were southbound on Highway 101 by 7:25. It was very quiet this early on a Sunday morning. I am not a big fan of the split speed limit here. Cars can go 70 MPH while trucks and vehicles pulling trailers are limited to 55. We reached the coast and followed it south to Ventura, where we headed east on SR 126 through Fillmore to Santa Clarita. Along the way, Wes caught up to us on his Vaquero and gave us a hearty wave before he peeled off.
This was everyday transportation
Highway 101 along the coast
A little Pacific surf
Wes passed us along the way
Vintage Porsche 356
Six Flags Over California - Magic Mountain
On the way out, we had bucked headwinds out of the west. This is the prevailing wind direction and so I look forward to an assist on the way back. Funny how the rare east winds always seem to happen when I am going that direction. And it wasn't a little breeze, it was a stiff wind that kept the truck in 3rd even on level ground.
Never ending hills
That house on the hill on SR 14 again
Climbing hill near Palmdale
Seen on the Pearblossom Highway
A Joshua Tree forest west of Victorville
I-15 - the natural rock formations can be very odd
The McDonald's at the station in Barstow didn't appeal to us but the one on I-15 with the truck parking was just the ticket. Sandy and I had our usual while Sherm got a side salad and a chicken sandwich. After throwing the bread away, cutting the chicken up and putting it in the salad, he had a nice low carrb lunch for $3.00.
The other McDonald's at Barstow
It was only 89 F in Barstow and, as we pointed ourselves east on I-40, it didn't get much warmer. The wind did not abate most of the way and felt like a raging gale when we took a bathroom break at the Ludlow exit. The first Rest Area, which was open earlier in the week, was closed and the one near Needles was in a sad state of disrepair. It did spit a bit of rain on us as we approached the Arizona border, another sign that this is the monsoon season.
A train photo for our late friend Bob
Flatbed load of onions
We don't need to be agriculturally inspected leaving the state
Gas line near Needles California
Welcome back to Arizona
The needles
Approaching Kingman
As we approached Stockton Hill Road in Kingman about 4:25 PM, we saw a wrecked semi on the westbound side and a long line of vehicles waiting to get through.
And we are here
At the house, we unloaded both bikes and then reloaded the Wing in the centre position. This is a lot easier since I got extra threaded aluminum blocks for the Condor chocks so that they don't have to be moved from channel to channel. Then Sherm checked the malfunctioning plug on Sandy's Gerbing electric vest and determined the problem was a broken ground wire in the plug. That will be easy to fix.
Pat made a supper of chicken, yellow squash casserole and cottage cheese. It was excellent and then Kenny and Thelma came over for pie. I finished posting the receipts and was able to figure out who owed who what after two weeks of sharing travel expenses.
I went to bed about 9:00 PM, remembering that this was midnight back home and I would be there soon.
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