|Disney Dream anchored|
at Castaway Cay
|One of the crew who served us meals.|
Note the napkin art Becca is holding.
|Outside Union Station in DC.|
Our cross-country pilgrimage begins!
|Chicago's Soldier Field|
Home of da'Bears!
|Water Park at Adam's Mark|
hotel in Kansas City
I couldn’t help but think that while in some ways we’ve made much progress in race relations since the mid-1950s, in other ways it seems we are still having bitter arguments over what limits should be placed on the phrase, “with liberty and justice for all”.
|Manitou Springs, CO|
|A road outside Leadville, CO|
|With my friend Jeff in Sedona, AZ|
Lake PowellPage, AZ
Our tour ended in Williams, AZ, where we had dinner at a place located on the old Route 66. (We had actually saw the sign for the start of Route 66 back in Chicago and at other places in Arizona.) After that, Steve dropped us off at a local hotel, where a shuttle picked us up and drove us out to “Williams Junction”, aptly named since is not so much a station but a spot along the tracks outside of town, where the Amtrak train slows down long enough to have passengers and their luggage embark.
|The view of Universal Studios from our |
hotel room in the Hilton Universal.
|The Universal sign at night.|
|The kids loved looking the|
Christmas (in August!) Village
at Kara's house.
|Chapel at La Purisma Mission|
|Sanctuary at First UMC|
|Getting ready to board our return flight|
from San Francisco.
On Sunday morning we worshipped at First United Methodist Church in Lompoc. This was where Laurie and her friends worshiped as youths, and where Kara and her family still worship after all these years. After church we had a greasy Carl’s Jr. lunch, and then hit the road again, stopping in Campbell, CA (near San Jose) for dinner with Kristi, her husband, and youngest son. After dinner, we drove into the California night toward our final destination: San Francisco. The next morning, we did tours of Muir Woods and San Francisco Bay, and had dinner with another old friend of Laurie’s that evening.
Alas, even the best things eventually end. The next morning, it was finally time to head home; we boarded an early flight from San Francisco and flew back to DC.