Quality Inn San Bernardino
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Warning now, this blog is VERY short today as we didn't really get up to much yesterday at all. We are slowing down a bit as we approach Los Angeles in prep for the theme parks etc.
After leaving the strange whistling town of Barstow we headed for our next destination.
We first came across a town called Ore Grande and decided to have an early lunch. This was at ...
... some large sections of the vinyl roof off and we had taken in quite a bit of water. The news was not good. Mac has been written off – it would cost way more to repair than it was worth so we now wait for an offer from the insurance
company to agree on the pay out and hope we can make it back to Boston without encountering any rain clouds! Life is certainly never dull!
Back home and we headed for a visit to lay flowers at Grandma ...
... where there are horse trails everywhere and lots of horse-related shops. On the way back we went to Joey's (a local bbq joint) where I embraced the American way and had a half rack of baby back ribs, complete with fries and Baked Yam (which to my surprise came with butter and marshmallows melted on top of it!). We went to an ice cream place on the way home where they prepare the ice cream on a hot stone with lots of toppings and then put it in a tub - ...
... me to make some arrangements for the imminent landing of The Mothership and the fellas to swim. But this plan was thrown into disarray when a documentary on Cheetahs came on TV and the little fella was instantly enthralled. So the fellas hung around in damp shorts and watched some crazy men frolic with cheetahs.
Soon, we were all out at the pool. The sunset was beyond beautiful. Elwood had his Fireman Sam Figures, Noah had ...
... first as I was nearest to the house, I found it quite hard saying goodbye to them, as they were such a good family. We then travelled to Jack's house and finally back to Ashleighs before making the journey to our next camp in Bakersfield. Chris ended up giving us a 1L bottle of powerade each which I drank in the car and later regretted as we went though the desert with no life it was about an hour later that we finally found a gas station which had a toilet.