Next trip, round beds and no rockin' boots

We were home from Costa Rica for what seemed like 2 minutes before we were off again.   After some deliberation and a changed flight (hooray Southwest Airlines for being awesome and keeping it free and easy to make changes), we booked flights to LA.   Thanks to Paula J, we were able to travel for a few more weeks and take advantage of someone at our house mostly full time to watch the place and love our cats.  By flying to LA, we could maximize our travel and see some sights we've always wanted to see.

It's round! It's weird. 

Packing for this 3-week trip was much harder than for 2 months in Costa Rica because of the mix of activities in our plans and the fact that late March/early April makes for unpredictable weather across the entire country.   I might need gloves.   I might need a nice outfit.   I might need my skinny jeans and tall boots.  I didn't pack those boots and skinny jeans, by the way, and I have been sad about it on a couple of occasions.  

We arrived at LAX and got our brand new rental car just in time for rush hour,   After hauling as far as Barstow, we found an old Route 66 Motel.   It had a good price, a scary bathroom with an empty beer bottle in the trash can, and a round bed.  Our standards have adjusted after staying in Costa Rica -- we're willing to settle for anything clean and reasonable -- but this place was close to the edge of acceptable.  Considering that it was merely to sleep, it did the trick.   The next morning, I woke up and started packing up to get outta town.  Destination: Grand Canyon.

Hey, what is that thing under the credit card signs?  Remodeled rooms...yikes, what did they look like before?

This motel had way more going for it outside than inside.