Driving Miss Dixie – Day 1
It’s been a long time since I’ve elected to travel by car on Thanksgiving Wednesday. My desire to leave Santa Barbara was greater than the pain I knew I would endure. Or so I thought.
Dixie and I decided to make it to the border town of Blythe, CA. You know you are in a prison town when the “don’t pick up hitchhikers” signs appear on the Interstate. The good news is, I found a room despite the usual holiday prisoner visits. It took us 6.5 hours to go 329 miles. That was painful and I had two cans of Red Bull to get me through. But Dixie’s first motel stay went well. My friends said she will be “fine” as long as she’s with me.
So far, so good.