To continue the adventure, we crossed over into Arizona. It was pretty much the same as California at this point. But pretty soon we started seeing more pine trees and our ears were popping from going up in elevation.
Yup, still same view for mom. But much nicer scenery. It was kind of familiar to mom, because she used to live in Arizona (I didn't know that until we drove there). She lived way south, in Tucson, but used to got to Flagstaff for dog shows. And we drove right through Flagstaff. She really wanted to stop at this cool German restaurant she went to once, but 2 giant vehicles just weren't the way to travel through this little town. So we kept on going.
Then, something started happening that hardly ever happens in September in Arizona - it started raining. And raining. And raining.
Then we went through Winslow, Arizona, and mom kept singing this silly song over and over again. Sheesh, humans.
We stopped at another rest stop, and spent the whole night listening to thunder and rain and wind. Kind of scary, but kind of cool. I guess the weather was "once in a century" kind of weather. Figures, huh?
Then on to another state, New Mexico. Except it looked almost exactly like Arizona. But flatter. And still we drove and drove. We were almost to Texas.