Has it been that long since I made those scary curves coming out of Yuma? Three years. I hope I didn't frustrated the more seasoned drivers by my slow speeds.

I didn't remember Dateland seeming so far away. It was a good place for relief. Bottled tea and organic potato chips, and, yes, dates! They aren't as fresh and soft as the ones we get in Old Town, but they'll do.

Julia took over driving after that. Her new double-vision preventing glasses were very helpful. I was supposed to have taken over driving, but we never found a rest area Julia thought hopeful. (Note of March 4, 2015, "Sunshine Blvd" is the spot.)

So she drove all the way to our exit 257. The little screen capture from Google maps showed the hotel as being very near. However, I'd read it wrong. That right turn after exiting the freeway brought us in the wrong direction. By the time I saw "Silverbell", I knew we were quite a way from "Stone". Fortunately, I saw an Albertson's grocery store there. At last our very full bladders had relief, and a helpful clerk showed us the enlarged map via his phone.

I adjusted the car seats and finally got going the correct direction on Speedway and found Stone. But by the time I'd driven by where I used to work in Tucson many years ago, I was quite certain that once again, I'd aimed us in the wrong direction! It wasn't that hard to rectify, though. We finally got in our hotel room about 10:20pm! "Only" five hours and twenty minutes after we'd left Yuma.

This hotel, which I'd selected for nearness to the art museum and the concert venue, is also near to something else: train tracks! We were so weary, we slept right through the train traffic, though.

I wake, again grateful to have safely arrived.