Drive down out of the mountains

We had been up at high elevation for so long we'd forgotten about the heat! The drive down was filled with endless fields of brown grass and boulders. As if the ranchers were raising rocks for slaughter.

When we stopped for a snack in Maxwell the heat hit us like a wave. Just a couple of hours earlier we'd had enjoyed the cool at 10,000 feet. Now it felt like Dinuba all over again.

We ended up at a nice little motel in Williams. Franklin and I shared a bed. Franklin was, of course, a little cuddle bug!Read more