The very long Penske took about five regular parking spots at the Flagstaff hotel. We stayed at a Holiday Inn Express every night. They all were amenable to Penske parking; some had designated truck parking areas.
The I-40 followed the old Route 66 from Flagstaff to the California border, maybe further. In western Arizona, we crossed the Hualapai mountain range. Wind turbines crown the far-off mountain top.
Our 359 miles through Arizona on the I-40 ended at the California state line. Uh-oh. Outside plants, fruits, and vegetables are confiscated at the border, lest they carry insects that could be harmful to California agriculture.
The six outdoor plants in the backseat of the pickup ended their journey at the border.
We were approved to enter the great state of California, along the southern edge of the Mojave desert for about 100 miles.
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