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14 April 2006 -
Friday
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Neither of us slept
well that night because we had eaten so much for dinner. Despite the lack of sleep we were up at
6:00 am ready for a new day. Before breakfast
we folded some laundry we had started the night before, followed by coffee
and showers. While we took turns
cleaning up Vestal occupied us with stories about his abilities as a dowser. He showed us some of his equipment and
gave Tom a lesson in how to look for water and oil. After a fine breakfast of biscuits and gravy at a local eatery
we said our good-bys and headed out of town south toward Phoenix. About 300 miles east
of Los Angeles Fred called our cousin Ginger (Moreland) Consani to let her
know that we would be at her place around 5:00 pm. Upon entering California we began to drive through a huge
desert wasteland that seemed to be without end. The wind blew so fiercely that it was almost impossible to keep
the van on the road. We made a stop
at Chiriaco
Summit to rest from the difficult driving. The rest area was teeming with people who appeared to have had
the same need. About 100 miles east
of LA we hit our first traffic jam caused by a rather significant auto
accident. Unfortunately for us this
was a harbinger of more to come.
Coming through the mountain pass near Palm Springs we encountered a
huge “wind farm” where several hundred wind driven propellers were cranking
out electricity for the people in power hungry Los Angeles. As we got closer to the city we
encountered more traffic delays. We
began to really wonder what attracted people to move to this area as it
seemed to us that these folks were willing to pay over $3.00 for a gallon of
gasoline just to sit in traffic to burn it all up!! We finally arrived at Ginger and Jim’s home shortly after 6:00
pm. Our Uncle Floyd Moreland was also |
there visiting with his daughter during the Easter weekend. We were also introduced to the newest
member of our family Jack Joseph Consani only a few months old. We spent a pleasant evening catching up
with each other lives, especially since Tom hadn’t seen Ginger for almost 16
years. Although we did spend some
time telling Floyd about some of our new family discoveries it was good to be
able to talk of other topics.
Floyd, Jim, Ginger, & Fred |
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