My mother took some great pictures from the car on our way to Phoenix. The ride was fairly uneventful... we took a little detour through Indio because my parents remembered a little restaurant where they wanted to eat, but it was closed. We couldn't find anything until we stopped at a gas station where we could smell some tacos being made. There was a tiny little "restaurant" where they were making tacos of carne asada and barbacoa. The best thing about this place was the "bar" of fixings for the tacos. They had freshly cooked beans (de la olla), cucumber, radishes, limones, onion and another "salsa bar" that included guacamole, sauteed red onions and four or five kinds of salsas.
These photos courtesy of Rose C's handiwork.
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