Nov. 1st, 2:30 pm. We have been driving up and down mountains for hours. We stopped here in Pine Valley, California, because we weren't sure where the next gas station would be. The truck had been climbing the mountains with some difficulty, but with more gas in the tank it didn't mind the hills. The scenery is wonderful--California needs more places to pull over and look at the mountains, safely. We saw an elk, just standing by the side of the road. Watch for them after the elk crossing signs.
My daughter saw her saguaro--in fact, an entire park full of them. We passed through a couple of Indian reservations, and also through a California border checkpoint. California hasn't forgotten that it was once a republic, and stops cars at the border, to ask if they contain agricultural products. We were stopped another time near the border with Mexico, although we weren't crossing into Mexico. I don't know what that checkpoint was for.
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