Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

We camped just a mile and a half outside of this McDonald's on Interstate 15. And as soon as there was any evidence of day light (5 a.m.) we made the glorious journey. Happily, we found that we hadn't grown a third arm from the radiation of the humming power lines we slept beneath. And since that didn't hurt us, we figured that neither would McDonald's. Three trays of breakfast later (and one 32 oz. chocolate milk for Jon), we began our ascent of the San Gabriels (a Black Cherry Vanilla Coke safely in stow for Jon Boy for when the chocolate milk had worn off).