Just about 12 miles past Barstow, is a small town named Yermo, that is more of a trucker's outpost. It has a couple of gas stations, a few restaurants, an airport, and our overnight location for the night, Peggy Sue's 50's Diner.
Right across the road is the Barstow-Daggett County Airport, where we were excited to see hundreds of military vehicles being loaded and offloaded from open train decks.
We went inside for dinner and not surprisingly there was little for me to eat here. Harold opted for the liver and onions (Yuck! Even when I was a meat eater, I hated liver!) and I had a grilled cheese sandwich. Harold really enjoyed his dinner. I thought mine was just okay, about what I'd expect from grilled cheese in a diner.
The next morning, the temperature heated up quickly and sat at about 83F at noon and 94F by the time we pulled out to get on our way . We were perfectly fine working in the trailer without a/c, but the dogs get tired out quickly when we take them outside for a walk. Ironically, Teddy was rescued in this area, somewhere in San Bernardino county, and he's the one who seems to be more uncomfortable here. Toonie thrives in this weather and could lay out all day in the dust. Of course, her breed is from Mexico, and Teddy's is from Tibet. Their DNA is showing.
I heard from my parents that they were close by and would be driving by soon, so they stopped in and stayed long enough for my Mother and I to have a couple of glasses of wine. Then they were on their way out west to the coast, and we headed southeast to Quartzsite, AZ.
Not a chance. I remembered what you said about it. We stuck with water!
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