a desert trek

This weekend we'll pack up the Highlander and embark on a great journey across the Mojave Desert and into the Los Angeles Basin as we travel to San Diego for a weekend getaway.

Am I looking forward to going to San Diego? Yes, of course. Am I looking forward to driving to our destination? Hell frickin' no. I can't remember the last time we made our way to Southern California in a car. We're airplane people. I really prefer the 48 minute flight over the five hour drive. It's long, boring and exhausting.

To make matters worse, it's not very scenic. There's brown mountains and harsh, empty desert as far as the eye can see. Of course, there is the World's Tallest Thermometer in the crap hole town of Baker, about 100 south of Las Vegas. You also pass an occasional trailer or shanty home surrounded by a chain linked fence and a yard full of old, rusty cars. Seriously, why do rural desert people collect junk? And where do they get all of it? Obviously, I'm not going to stop and inquire. I've seen too many horror flicks to know what might happen.


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We're heading to San Diego to visit HotMomma's sister's family. It's our niece's birthday celebration. Also, HotMomma's sister borrowed much of our "baby stuff" after she gave birth to our niece. Now, obviously, we need all of it back, hence the reason for driving instead of flying.

Since we'll be in San Diego, on Saturday we are going to take Z-Dub to SeaWorld for the first time. He loves marine life, so we can't wait to see his reaction to Shamu and all the animals. It's going to be exciting and make the trip totally worth the drive.