It was hot when we woke up. We stuck our heads out of the tent and we saw airballoons. Six of those were flying in the skies above us, with appropriate hisses and sighs. Flying in airballoons is one of those typical Sedonian activities ... Our agenda today was simple: Drive home. But we wanted to take some backroads instead of the freeway. The backroads however turned out to lead us into real back country. Following the old 66 route at parts, we went through mountain range after mountain range, by narrow winding roads. Had some pittoresque scenery and surprises, like the old miners town of Jerome, on several levels, carved into the mountain. We also passed charming Prescott.
As we crossed the Colorado river again, into California, the scenery changed. On the California side there was an endless checkerboard of farmers' fields that we had to zigzag through. In between, the weirdest little hillbillie communities ... Towards the Salton Sea, the land turned more desertic again, and in the no-mans-land just south of Anza Borrego (some secret military activities going on there, testing, bombing and what do you know ...), to our surprise we suddenly drove into sand dunes. The last strip, through San Diego's East County was new to me too. Probably lots of camping/hiking possibilities there, for later ...
Then, finally, we were back home. Our flat was in order, our mail was waiting, and we were back into our daily rut. After a fantastic tour of the South West!
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