Trip Out West. Day Three

We set out SUPER early this morning--the sun was hardly up yet. Mainly because Ozona was the pits and there really wasn't anywhere to take the dog out to. So we got a couple of coffees at the general store and high-tailed it out of there.

The sunrise is pretty in the desert. I hadn't experienced a sunrise in quite some time. It was incredibly chilly outside, too! My favorite hubs quote this morning: "Man! It does get cold out here in the desert...Cody Lundin was right! That crazy hippie knows what he's talkin' about!" 


West Texas is literally in the middle of nowhere and we had already driven for an hour-and-a-half before we saw signs of civilization--and breakfast!

We drove along the Mexican border and saw tons of Border Patrol. There was even a checkpoint in New Mexico.

Moosh. Still confused. Still wondering when we are EVER gonna get to Grandma's house. Poor buddy. He's in for some more rude awakenings when he realizes we aren't headed to Grandma's.


We are now at our night 3 rest stop: Willcox, AZ. "Gangsta" has been a recurring theme on this road trip.

Last leg of the road trip commences in the morning! Cali or bust, baby!