And here we are. It took five hours with a brick on the accelerator and tying the steering wheel down, but we traversed the deserts of California, crossed the mighty Colorado River, and traversed the Arizona deserts. Once you cross the Colorado, saguaro cacti spear upward from the desert floor. No, we don't have them in California. Even they can't cross the mighty Colorado.
Of course the first place we stop is a rest area.
Just don't wander too far.
We stopped at our favorite luncheon spot in Quartzsite, the Yacht Club for some burgers, sat outside, and enjoyed the warm February weather (the same weather we have back home, mind you) where I saw the world's saddest coconut...
So sad that that's not even a real plant inside it. Sad little coconut.
But we moved on from there, made it to Phoenix, dropped off my books in the bookroom, said hello to lots of random people (Terry Ambrose, Tammy Kahler, Kelli Stanley, Craig Faustus Buck, Diane Vallere, Terry Shames, Gregg Hurwitz, Hilary Davidson, Christa Faust...and many others!)
Craig is a hit everywhere he goes with this nametag I cobbled up for him:
We checked into our very nice room, threw open the curtains, and found ourselves with a Brooklyn-type view of a wall.
Undeterred, we got ourselves some drinks from our personal bar (always bring a set-up), then went down to see the interview of Gregg Hurwitz, talking about his many movie and TV projects. He's a busy fellow these days. He says his main focus is looking for motivation in characters, why they do the things they do. He seemed to have read a lot of Stephen King and Hardy Boys. Now there's an interesting mash-up.
We decided to skip the reception and head over to some restaurant destination. The Arrogant Butcher. Sounds like my speed. Tomorrow morning is my panel at 9:30, Digging Up the Past. Hope to see some of you there.