Since the last week in July, we returned home to sunny southern California, which albeit is a desert, is at sea level. Makes a world of difference when it comes to breathing. Tucker got comfy and relaxed back on the couch.
Much like a midnight trip to Vegas, my travelling companion was first quite excited.
Tucker hadn’t peed in about five hours, and I didn’t see any harm in giving us a few minutes to stretch our legs, so I put my blinker on and headed down the off ramp.
I assumed with inspiration and a cross, that I would end up at a mission (because I live in California which is dotted with missions all up the coast.) This, however, was not a mission. A ministry yes, but not the missions I have been to with a chapel and gardens. It was more like Jesus-centric park. It had one of the largest crosses I have ever seen. In fact, it almost made me exclaim under my breath, "Jesus!"