We're starting the 3rd day of our trip from Pasadena to Arden. About one hour into the trip, we hit Route 40 and we take it all the way there. We intersect Route 66 along the way, so bits and pieces of the old tune fill my head. Don't forget Winona? Not much there I could see.
We're traveling with our dog Boz, all 85 pounds of him, the cat, and the guinea pig. We're all packed in one car, towing the other behind. Boz, 11 years old and completely exhausted from his days of pacing and worrying about all the activity preceding the trip, spent the first two days snoring. The cat meowed nonstop for the first six hours at least, and probably another six hours periodically since. The guinea pig just wonders what all the fuss is about.
When we unload at our nightly stopping point, it's a comical unloading of crates and bags and cat on leash. The dog won't get out of the car; he insists on being lifted up and down. The royal treatment.
At least they don't ask "are we there yet?"
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