The 15 to the 58 to the 99 to the 5 to the 46 to the 101 to the 1.
And I’m home again.
That drive through the desert to get in and out of California is brutal.
it seems endless
I had to stop in the middle and the middle was just outside of Barstow at the beautiful and truly scary Desert Springs RV park.
It was a Steven King story in the making. Scarier than the previous night when I was camped in the forest alone and thought I heard someone trying to get in the van.
And now for the truly scariest part of it all. Babysitting the grand babies for the next few weeks.
God help us.
Planting Along The Verge 
were you alone on the trip back? was the monk not with you? did i miss that he left? how scary to think someone was trying to get in. god, you’re brave.
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I was alone. i left the monk and crew in Colorado just before heading to Santa Fe. I didn’t feel one bit brave! I kept the key handy in case I needed a quick escape. I was so happy when I realized it was only the rain on the roof.
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Scary, scary Barstow. That area of the desert rivals anything the American South holds in scariness. I’m glad you’re close to home and wish you much luck with those grand-kids!
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Thank you Elizabeth. There is also Baker. It’s a close second to Barstow.
On Wed, Jul 8, 2015 at 9:27 PM, Planting Along The Verge wrote:
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