I have zero pictures to share. Every time I see some nice scenery, I want so badly to stop and take a picture but these highways have a rest area and/or gas station once every 40 miles.
I’m pretty sure Cat hates me for sticking him in a car three days in a row. Tomorrow won’t be fun as we have 10.5 hours until our next destination.
Once I reached my hotel, my legs were all wobbly and I needed to scarf down a pop tart in order to feel normal again. Here is a conversation I had with two Southern men:
*Hand ID to Clerk*
Clerk: Ah, California huh?
Southern Man #1: California? What part?
Me: Long Beach.
Southern Man #1: Oh, cool. I was born in Ventura County.
Southern Man #2: Well, you’re not like those other California girls who are all stuck up. *Looks me up and down*
Me: *Awkward Laugh*
Clerk: Here is your room number! *Holds up piece of paper clearly stating my room number* You go to the back of the building and your room is up the stairs, third room on the left.
Me: *Quickly grab the paper* Yeah okay, thanks.
*Reach my room and triple lock the door*