We didn’t leave San Jose til after noon on 8/31, but we made it to Barstow anyway. The Ramada there was supposed to have net access in the rooms, but didn’t, because it wasn’t working, so I resorted to a public kiosk. They. Are. Horrible.

Today, we drove Route 66 in reverse: Barstow, Needles, Kingman, Flagstaff, Gallup. Most of the drive was fine, if boring, but the Barstow-Kingman section was the worst. Especially near Needles where the car told us the outside temp was 112 at noon. Thank god for high speed limits and flat roads.

We’re in Gallup now, and I’m trying to deal with horrible sunburn (from hanging outside while the movers were doing their bit on Tuesday), a sore throat (from breathing in the blasting a/c all day in the car), and just being tired. The dogs have been amazingly good for creatures who hate to travel. There was a small skirmish over a cheese nip today, but mostly they’ve learned to stay in their back seat, and sleep or at least stay still. However, you can feel their eyes boring into the back of your chair, as they send dog-telepathy messages of “hold me, feed me, love me.”

According to MapQuest, our foofy temp digs are 12.5 hours away… we may not do the whole drive tomorrow, but a good chunk of it, at least.

Bed now.