As darkness fell, we pointed the rig vaguely toward San Diego and made it as far as Palm Springs, where we found a large and surprisingly affordable Motel 6. It was the first motel we'd been to with a pool still open, and Jeremiah was so excited he got up early to take advantage. And then we found out it didn't open until 9am. *sadface* We made the best of it by walking to the nearest doughnut shop and brought back breakfast to eat pool-side. With that healthy start (hey - swimming AND a two mile walk!) behind us, we plowed out through the sprawl of retail that surrounds Palm Spring and by chance happened onto a very nice piece of CA 74 leading from Palm Desert up into the hills. We found ourselves approaching Santa Ysabel a bit after lunch time and stopped to buy some snacking supplies. As it happened, the market shared a parking lot with this place... and, well, I guess not every day can be a healthy one full of crackers and instant ramen - sometimes you have to lead the hard life of doughnuts for breakfast and pie for lunch. Just before we were all overwhelmed by diabetes (my dad is certain we're headed that way), we reached our destination in El Cajon and were vociferously greeted by the pack of pups. Here's one of them, Tyson, with Laura and Kathy. He and Eddy got along ok, but he did make a token attempt to eat Culrpit one day. I like her, but I can understand where he was coming from.