When I last left you in my story of The Great Trek Out West, I mentioned about how the last leg of the trip would've been great if we had made it there. Here's the story.
We left Palmdale at about 6 P.M. Pacific time, heading for Utah and planning to do some sightseeing there, and in Wyoming, Montana and South Dakota. About 3 1/2 into the drive, however, the car quit on us. We were out on I-15, less than a hundred miles away from Las Vegas, in the Mojave Desert in the middle of the night, and we were stranded.
We were a very short walking distance from a call box, so we were able to get a tow truck to pick up the car. We were driven to the town of Baker, California, roughly 20 miles away from the break down. About 24 hours later, we got news that it would take a few days for the car to be fixed and would cost us a lot of money. We considered the options, and because there was virtually no other viable alternative left to us, we decided to get the car fixed.
The town of Baker, California. There was virtually nothing to do there; there were virtually no newspapers or magazines even.
The motel we stayed in for more than a week. A nice place with reasonable rates, but after about nine days, it did add up.
The Taco Bell in Baker is one of the best Taco Bells I've ever been to. And whenever I was in the mood for a Cherry Coke, there was always the nearby Chevron.
Don't know if that's the largest thermometer in America. The neighboring Big Boy had a great all-you-can-eat breakfast deal.
There were as many as seven jackrabbits outside the window of our motel room. Don't see these critters in Indiana, at least not with those big ears.
For the most part, all I did was watch TV (they had HBO and I got to see Get Smart a few times), play cards (I'm a master at Crazy Eights), read books (namely Fleeced) and head out in desert weather to eat. Everybody there was nice, and the town itself is a nice place, but needless to say, I couldn't wait for the car to be fixed. Almost exactly nine days after the car broke down, we left Baker for good and headed for home.
It felt absolutely great to be out on the road.
My first visit ever to the Silver State. If only we had stopped at one of the casinos we passed by, so I could've made a killing at the slot machines.
Although it was getting dark, we still got to see Hoover Dam as we drove by. Sorry about blurriness of the picture.



Some beautiful spots of Coconino National Forest near Sedona, Arizona. I took these pictures on the way to Phoenix, but we drove through Arizona on the way back, so it works.
Entering Texas, and no, I was not thinking of The Yellow Rose of Texas. Well, not yet at least.
Entering Oklahoma; there's something about this state that is appealing. By the way, if your ever at either Exit 71 or Exit 108 off of I-40 and you see the Cherokee Restaurant & Trading Post, go there. They serve great buffalo burgers and have nice merchandise.
We were crossing the mighty Mississippi River into Illinois. Couldn't resist taking the picture.
It took us about 48 hours to get back home. On the whole, it was a great trip, and even though we were away longer because of the car trouble, the whole thing in Baker also showed me that God was watching out for us. We were close to a call box (and pretty close to a town) when the car broke down, things were quite tolerable in the town, we were able to take care of things financially, and we were able to get back home with no trouble. It could've been a lot worse.
In the end, I'm just glad to be back home. Hope I didn't bore you guys with my long story.