Tucson to San Diego

Fall now ahead, Sylvie’s baseball season over, we drove from Tucson to San Diego, where Sylvie was to attend a three day conference. Not in a hurry, we drove west to Why, then dropped south to the border crossing at Lukeville. Back in old Mexico, we stopped in Sonoyta to eat, dry and hot, folksContinue reading “Tucson to San Diego”

66 Breaths of Barstow for Babs

talk desert deepens day drifts west cool prose sand morn crossroads family 1957 trunk $300 bra-pinned Route 66 Los Angeles cures ocean butterfly tomato sunrise donkey birds emerge cowboy hat floats salt sweet evening hills angel hovers sky metallic blue orange sea falls ten-pound raindrops children embrace across country blows highway tumbleweed train side windsContinue reading “66 Breaths of Barstow for Babs”