Entry Date: 3/22/10
Woke up in Phoenix, Arizona this morning barely remembering Los Angeles and the drive beyond Palm Springs. I was disappointed with the sprawl and plain nature of Phoenix, but knew the state had more to offer. Rolling through Tuscon, I felt warmth from the surrounding mountains and was called by the desert to visit the legendary town of Tombstone...the inscriptions on the graves were humorous and the cactus made for good photographs. Relaxing with a lonely southwest breeze rolling over my sandals. The warmth of the region was unmistakable.
Entry Date:3/23/10
Once again failed to remember how vast West Texas is. East of Van Horn we ran into a border patrol checkpoint with sniffing dogs. "Where y'all comin' from?" the patrolman asked us. "California," Jamin blurted out before I could stop him." "Comin' down for spring break?" the lawman retorted. "Yeah...spring break," Jamin went along. "He's playing some music in Austin," he added thumbing at me. Jamin's eye sight began to fail later in the evening and I had to take the wheel when we ran into some dumbfounding road construction throwing too many orange cones and jack knife turns. How we made it to Fort Stockton is a mystery to me. I had my eye on Sonora, but we were fried by the time midnight rolled around. All we found in Fort Stockton were amenities for riggers.