Ok, Winslow, Arizona wasn't quite so romantic in the light of day. Puddles and low grey clouds greeted us. And grim coffee from the Motel 6. But it was another day closer to the beach.
The sun came out quickly, and the snow capped mountains around Flagstaff kept us moving towards our goal. It seemed like this would be another day when the weather kept throwing everything at us. Cold and sunny, icy, foggy, rainy, 40 degree temperature swings, heater on, then AC, changing out of my jeans, then wishing they were still on, pine trees, sand dunes, border fences. And finally, we could see the ocean.
Our friend Loraine was waiting for us at the beach. The sun was shining after the wild pacific storm had washed up all the kelp. It was time to finally take a deep breath and enjoy the roar of the sea.
This is the view out of our penthouse camper overlooking the pacific. I'm writing this listening to the waves pounding beneath us. I think I am going to sleep well tonight....
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