Police think they can see us lean;
We're tint, so it ain't easy to be seen.
For to see us ride by, they can see the glean
And our shine on the deck and the TV screen.
Ride with a new chick, she like, "Hold up."
Next to the Playstation controller
Is a full clip and our pistola:
Turn a jacker into a coma.
- Chamillionaire
Breaking daylight enthusiastically demolishes dreams, and none too soon for those of us plagued by certain mindworms.
Devotion to a demanding craft. I think this one came in semi-on-time.
We make our final surveying sweeps around the Keller residence; I check and re-check the recipes I've added to the fridge for errors/illegibility.
To depart this place means not only bidding farewell-for-now to the sweetest lil' pair o' cousins we could wish for, but also, essentially, our travels. We know we will make one more stop before Mandy declares our ultimate destination reached, but tonight's hotel will be a mere restful pitstop somewhere as-yet-undeclared between the eternal state of Texas and sweet home Arizona.
It is odd to think of things coming to a close. We have been on the road for nearly a month.
Our melancholy is much eased by the addition of two new friends, Skitty and Powly. We allow them to romp freely amongst the deteriorating snack box.
An extended driving day calls for a proper breakfast. We IHOP it.
John, giddy with glee, rambunctiously forces his feet into their respective shoes, eventually successfully eliciting a "hush now" from Mother.
Do you like...?
Gaga loves ham.
And then, driving. Napping intermittently. Munching cashews, sunflower meats, salty almonds. The last of the good non-MSG jerky. A few final handfuls of Kashi. Exercises in artistic weirdness. Crossword collaboration. A niller or two.
At long last - Alamagordo, NM.
Daddles contemplates a few canines outside the bounds of our hotel.
The manager recommends Margo's for eats, which the internet proclaims thoroughly acceptable Mexican fare. We are all slightly starved and attack the tortilla chips with gusto.
Johnny wises up and follows my advice. The fajitas were an excellent choice indeed.
Daddles goes French and opts for the cheese plate.
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